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GOLDEN  GLEAMS  OF  THOUGHT, 


FROM    THE    WORDS   OF    LEADING 


ORATORS,   DIVINES,  PHILOSOPHERS, 
STATESMEN  AND  POETS. 


BY 

REV.  S.  P.  LINN, 

Author  of  "  Living  Thoughts  of  Leading  Thinkers. ' 


"Thoughts  that  breathe,  and  words  that  burn."  —  Gray. 


C  II I  C  A  G  0  : 

A.   C.    McCLURG   &   COMPANY 

1891. 


TOP  V  right: 

JaXSEN.   McCIXRG.  &  COMPAN'Y 

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TO   ALL 

WHO  REALIZE  THAT  LIFE 

IS  EARNEST,  AND  WHO  FEEL    THE  IB 

NEED     OF     MENTAL    AND 

MORAL  STIMULUS. 

(3) 


Remember  that  the  secret  studies  of  an  author  are  the 
sunken  piers  upon  which  is  to  rest  the  bridge  of  his  fame, 
spanning  the  dark  toaters  of  oblivion.  They  are  out  of 
sight'  but  without  them  no  superstructure  can  stand  secure. 

Longfellow. 

(4) 


PEEFACE. 


Thk  hearty  welcome  extended  to  "  Living  Thoughts  of 
Leading  Thinkers,"  and  the  many  congratulations  received 
from  those  who  profess  to  have  been  not  only  entertained 
but  helped  by  its  perusal,  have  encouraged  me,  after  so 
long  an  interval,  to  make  another  effort  in  the  same  direc- 
tion. I  can  only  hope  that  the  second  attempt  may  meet 
with  as  cordial  a  reception. 

S.  P.  L. 

Cincinnati,  Nov.,  1881. 

(5) 


Our  whitest  pea?- 1  we  never  Jind. 

Holmes. 

It  is  with  words  as  with  sunbeams — the  more  they  are 
eonde?isedi  the  deeper  they  bum. 

Soutiiey 

(6) 


CONTENTS. 


CHAPTER  PAGE 

I.  Focused  Rays 9 

II.  Diamond  Flashes  .......  17 

III.  Clustered  Sparkles 25 

IV.  Lighted  Fagots 32 

V.  Live-Coals 39 

VI.  White-Heat 46 

VII.  Electric  Sparks 53 

VIII.  Fire-Brands 64 

IX.  Signal  Lights 82 

X.  Signal  Lights  (Continued) 88 

XI.  Signal  Lights  (Continued) 99 

XII.  Signal  Lights  (Continued) 107 

XIII.  Signal  Lights  (Concluded) 120 

XIV.  Pulpit  Torches 132 

XV.  Watch  Fires 145 

XVI.  Watch  Fires  (Continued)      .....  154 

XVII.  Watch  Fires  (Concluded) 164 

XVIII.  Violet-Flames 172 

XIX.  Violet-Flames  (Concluded) 188 

XX.  Sunbursts       ..,.,,..  205 

XXI.  Echoes 221 

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8  CONTENTS. 

CHAPTER  PAGE 

XXII.  Fireflies 230 

XXIII.  Life-Mottoes           239 

XXIV.  Flying  Embers 259 

XXV.  Nut-shells 2G7 

XXVI.  Keynotes 274 

XXVII.  Memory  Gems 2  ;4 

XXVIII.  Rare  Brilliants 295 

XXIX.  Summer  Driftwood 310 

XXX.  Smoldering  Fragments 327 

XXXI.  Burning  Glasses 314 

XXXII.  Golden  Nuggets 361 

XXXIII.  Light  Inextinguishable 381 

XXXIV.  Vesper  Voices 388 

XXXV.  Evening  Lamps 399 

XXXVI.  Parting  Beacons 415 


GOLDEN  GLEAMS  OF  THOUGHT. 


Isdio  inrptirit,  meditatio  inrenit; 
Oratio  pulsat,  eontemplatio  degustat. 
(Reading  seeks,  meditation  finds; 
Prayer  asks,  contemplation  tastes). 

Augustine. 

I. 

FOCUSED  RAYS. 

'  Tis  his  at  last  who  says  it  best. 

Lowell. 

A  verse  may  find  him  who  a  sermon  flies. 

George  Herbert. 

Thought  is  the  property  of  those  only  who  can  entertain  it. 

Emerson. 

I  love  to  lose  myself  in  other  men's  minds. 

Charles  Lamb. 

Words  only  live  when  worthy  to  be  said. 

Bulwer. 

Words  are  things,  and  a  small  drop  of  ink 
Falling  like  dew  upon  a  thought,  produces 
That  which  makes  thousands,  perhaps  millions,  think. 

Byron. 

(9) 


10  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What  gems  of  painting  or  statutary  are  in  the  world  of 
art,  or  what  flowers  are  in  the  world  of  nature,  are  gems  of 
thought  to  the  cultivated  and  thinking. 

Holmes. 

It  is  the  masterful  will  that  compresses  a  life-thought  into 
a  pregnant  word  or  phrase,  and  sends  it  ringing  through  the 
centuries. 

William  Mathews. 

The  multiplicity  of  facts  and  writings  is  become  so  great 
that  everything  must  now  be  reduced  to  extracts. 

Voltaire. 

As  the  highly  colored  birds  do  not  fly  around  in  the  dull, 
leaden  plains  of  a  sandy  desert,  but  amid  all  the  settings  of 
nature's  leaves  and  blossoms,  and  lights  and  shades — na- 
ture's framework  of  their  picture — so  there  are  truths 
which  do  not  appear  well  in  arid  fields  of  philosophic  in- 
quiry, but  which  demand  the  colored  air  and  the  bowers  of 
poetry  to  be  the  setting  of  their  charms. 

David  Swing. 

Ouk  thoughts  are  ever  forming  our  characters,  and  what- 
ever they  are  most  absorbed  in  will  tinge  our  lives. 

Phila.  Ledger. 

Ideas  strangle  statutes. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

Ideas  go  booming  through  the  world  louder  than  cannon; 
thoughts  are  mightier  than  armies. 

Rev.  Dr.  W.  M.  Paxion. 

Tdfas  often  reach  the  people  just  as  they  are  leaving  the 
schools,  and  often,  on  the  other  hand,  the  schools  go  on 
spinning  their  tough  threads  long  after  the  people  have  lost 
all  their  interest. 

Guesses  at  Truth. 


FOCUSED    RAYS.  11 

Our  great  thoughts,  our  great  affections,  the  truths  of 
our  life,  never  leave  us.  Surely  they  cannot  separate  from 
our  consciousness,  shall  follow  it  whithersoever  that  shall 
go,  and  are  of  their  nature  divine  and  immortal. 

Thackeray. 

The  key  to  every  man  is  his  thought.  Sturdy  and  defy- 
ing though  he  look,  he  has  a  helm  which  he  obeys,  which  is 
the  idea  after  which  all  his  facts  are  classified.  He  can 
only  be  reformed  by  showing  him  a  new  idea  which  com- 
mands his  own. 

Emerson. 

Every  man  is  in  one  sense  an  historical  production.  The 
ideas  which  form  his  life  have  come  to  him  through  the 
course  of  development  in  which  he  moves. 

Neander. 

The  restless  mind  of  man  cannot  but  press  a  principle  to 
the  real  limit  of  its  application,  even  though  centuries 
should  intervene  between  the  premises  and  the  conclusion. 

Liddon. 

In  the  end  thought  rules  the  world.  There  are  times 
when  impulses  and  passions  are  more  powerful,  but  they 
soon  expend  themselves,  while  mind,  acting  constantly,  is 
ever  ready  to  drive  them  back  and  to  work  when  their  ener- 
gies are  exhausted. 

AT  Cosh.     ' 

Man  is  but  a  reed,  the  weakest  in  nature;  but  he  is  a 
reed  which  thinks/  the  universe  need  not  rise  in  arms  to 
crush  him;  a  vapor,  a  drop  of  water  suffices  to  kill  him. 
But  were  the  universe  to  crush  him,  man  would  still  be 
greater  than  the  power  which  killed  him;  for  he  Jcnoics  that 
he  dies,  and  of  the  advantage  which  the  universe  has  over 
him,  the  universe  knows  nothing. 

Pascal. 


112  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

Ideas  trouble  us  even  more  than  men. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

Ideas  make  their  way  in  silence  like  the  waters  that,  fil- 
tering behind  the  rocks  of  the  Alps,  loosen  them  from  the 
mountain  on  which  they  rest. 

D^AvMgni. 

Events  are  only  the  shells  of  ideas,  and  often  it  is  the 
fluent  thought  of  ages  that  is  crystallized  in  a  moment  by 
the  stroke  of  a  pen  or  the  point  of  a  bayonet. 

Chap  in. 

The  poems  which  have  lingered  in  the  ear  of  genera- 
tions have  been  clear-cut  crystals,  flashing  here  and  there 
with  varied  brightness — ideas  set  in  gold  of  cunning  work- 
manship. 

H.  W.  Belloics. 

As  cloud  on  clouds,  snow  on  snow,  as  the  bird  on  air,  as 
the  planet  rests  on  space  in  its  flight,  so  do  nations  of  men 
and  their  institutions  rest  on  thoughts. 

Emerson. 

They  are  never  alone  who  are  accompanied  by  noble 
thoughts. 

Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

The  best  of  a  book  is  not  the  thought  which  it  contains, 
but  the  thought  it  suggests;  just  as  the  charm  of  music 
dwells  not  in  the  tones,  but  in  the  echoes  of  our  hearts. 

Holmes. 

The  whip  of  words — short,  sharp,  incisive  words — chosen 
with  care  and  knotted  well  together,  is  a  terrible  weapon. 
One  brief,  indignant  couplet  of  such  words,  or  a  prophetic 
warning  of  three  small  syllables  only,  like  "  vae  victis,"  will 
go  round  the  globe,  and  man  has  no  power  to  stop  it. 

Rev.  Br.  James  Clark. 


FOCUSED    RAYS.  13 

A  broad-minded  selection  of  noble  passages,  though  it 
may  not  be  able  to  do  all  we  could  wish  in  a  moral  way,  can 
certainly  do  much  to  raise  men  to  a  high  moral,  political 
and  social  plane.  I  believe  that  gems  of  literature  intro- 
duced into  our  schools,  if  properly  taught,  will  be  able  to  do 
this,  partly  by  their  own  directive  influence  on  the  young 
mind,  but  particularly  as  being  such  a  draft  upon  the  foun- 
tain of  higher  literature  as  shall  result  in  an  abiding  thirst 
for  noble  reading. 

Prof.  John  B.  Peaslee. 

A  book  is  a  living  voice.  It  is  a  spirit  walking  on  the 
face  of  the  earth.  It  continues  to  be  the  living  thought  of 
a  person  separated  from  us  by  space  and  time.  Men  pass 
away;  monuments  crumble  into  dust — what  remains  and 
survives  is  human  thought. 

Samuel  Smiles. 

Every  reader  has  his  favorite  author  and  favorite  passa- 
ges— texts  to  which  he  will  turn  in  danger  or  sorrow  with 
special  expectation,  and  promises  which  will  seem  to  have 
been  expressly  written  for  his  personal  use. 

llev.  Dr.  Joseph  Parker. 

At  the  top  of  his  mind  the  devout  scholar  has  a  holy  of 
holies,  a  little  pantheon  set  round  with  altars  and  the  im- 
ages of  the  greatest  men.  Every  day,  putting  on  a  priestly 
robe,  he  retires  into  this  temple  and  passes  before  its  shrines 
and  shapes.  Here  he  feels  a  thrill  of  awe;  there  he  lays  a 
burning  aspiration;  farther  on  he  swings  a  censer  of  rever- 
ence. To  one  he  lifts  a  look  of  love;  at  the  feet  of  another 
he  drops  a  grateful  tear;  and  before  another  still,  a  flush  of 
pride  and  joy  suffuses  him;  they  smile  on  him;  sometimes 
thev  speak  and  wave  their  solemn  hands.  Always  they  look 
up  to  the  Highest.  Purified  and  hallowed,  he  gathers  his 
soul  together,  and  comes  away  from  the  worshipful  inter- 
course, serious,  serene,  glad,  and  strong. 

Alger. 


14  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

If  a  man  empties  his  purse  into  his  head,  no  one  can  take 

it  from  him. 

Benjamin  Franklin. 

He  is  wise  who  knows  the  sources  of  knowledge — who 
knows  who  has  written,  and  where  it  is  to  be  found. 

Rev.  Dr.  A.  A.  Hodge. 

I  hold  it  as  a  great  point  in  self-education,  that  the  stu- 
dent be  continually  engaged  in  forming  exact  ideas,  and  in 
expressing  them  clearly  by  language. 

Faraday. 

Certain  thoughts  are  prayers.    There  are  moments  when, 

whatever  be  the  attitude  of  the  body,  the  soul  is  on  its 

knees. 

Victor  Hugo. 

When  I  open  a  noble  volume  I  say  to  myself :  "  Now  the 

only  Croesus  that  I  envy  is  he  who  is  reading  a  better  book 

than  this." 

Philip  Gilbert  Hamerton. 

Read  only  the  masterpieces  in  literature — the  strongest 
men  on  their  strong  points. 

Prof.  John  Fraser. 

Insist  on  reading  the  great  books,  on  marking  the  great 
events  of  the  world.  Then  the  little  books  may  take  care 
of  themselves,  and  the  trivial  incidents  of  passing  politics 
and  diplomacy  may  perish  with  the  using. 

Dean  Stanley. 

A  page  digested  is  better  than  a  book  hurriedly  read. 

Macau  lay. 

I  have  sought  for  rest  everywhere,  but   I   have   found  it 

nowhere,  except  in  a  little  corner  with  a  little  book. 

Thomas  a  Kempis. 


FOCUSED    KAYS.  15 

Society  is  a  strong  solution  of  hooks.  It  draws  the  vir- 
tue out  of  what  is  best  worth  reading,  as  hot  water  draws 
the  strength  of  tea-leaves. 

Holmes. 

Choose  your  author  as  you  choose  your  friend. 

Roscommon. 

A  book  is  good  company.  It  is  full  of  conversation  with- 
out loquacity.  It  comes  to  our  longing  with  full  instruc- 
tion, but  pursues  us  never.  It  is  not  offended  at  our  ab- 
sent-mindedness, nor  jealous  if  we  turn  to  other  pleasures, 
of  leaf,  or  dress,  or  mineral,  or  even  of  books.  It  silently 
serves  the  soul  without  recompense — not  even  for  the  hire 
of  love.  And,  yet  more  noble,  it  seems  to  pass  from  itself 
and  to  enter  the  memory,  and  to  hover  in  a  silvery  transfor- 
mation there,  until  the  outward  book  is  but  a  body  and  its 
soul  and  spirit  are  flown  to  you,  and  possess  your  memory 
like  a  spirit. 

JBeecher. 

Get  into  some  good  library  and  read.  First  read  the 
Bihle  and  then  William  Shakespeare.  It  will  do  no  harm 
to  read  one  in  the  morning  and  the  other  at  night.  I  am 
not  speaking  ridiculously  to  you  now,  for,  with  a  complete 
knowledge  of  these  two  greatest  delineators  of  human  na- 
ture, you  will  have  a  key,  and  can,  as  it  were,  lift  off  the 
skull-cap  and  read  a  man's  utmost  thoughts. 

John  A.  Murphy,  3I.D. 

And  while  some  books,  like  steps,  are  left  behind  us  by 
the  very  help  which  they  yield  us,  and  serve  only  our  child- 
hood or  early  life,  some  others  go  with  us,  in  mute  fidelity, 
to  the  end  of  life,  a  recreation  for  fatigue,  an  instruction  for 
our  sober  hours,  and  solace  for  our  sickness  or  sorrow.  Ex- 
cept the  great  outdoors,  nothing  that  has  so  much  life  of 
its  own,  gives  so  much  life  to  us. 

Beecher. 


16  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  a  kind  of  physiognomy  in  the  titles  of  books  no 
less  than  in  the  faces  of  men,  by  which  a  skilful  observer 
will  know  as  well  what  to  expect  from  the  one  as  the  other. 

Bishop  Butler. 

Of  all  the  reproaches  which  arise  against  a  man  in  his 
chamber  of  study,  there  is  none  more  bitter  than  these  two: 
the  sight  of  his  own  books  unread,  and  the  sight  of  his  own 
books  read.  The  one  accuses  him  of  waste,  the  other  ac- 
cuses him  of  inattention.  We  are  slothful  in  not  reading; 
we  are  slothful  also  in  reading.  Examine  yourself,  grapple 
with  the  demon  of  inattention,  and  make  each  book,  each 
page,  each  sentence,  give  account  of  itself  to  you. 

Rev.  C  J.  Vaughan,  D.D. 

There  are  books  which  take  rank  in  our  life  with  parents 

and    lovers  and  passionate  experiences,    so   medicinal,    so 

stringent,  so  revolutionary,  so  authoritative — books   which 

are  the  work  and  the  proof  of  faculties  so  comprehensive, 

so  nearly  equal  to  the  world  which  they  paint,  that,   though 

one  shuts  them  with  meaner  ones,    he   feels    his   exclusion 

from  them  to  accuse  his  way  of  living. 

******* 

The  three  practical  rules,  then,  which  I  have  to  offer,  are: 

1.  Never  read  any  book  that  is  not  a  year  old.     2.  Never 

read  any  but  famed  books.     3.  Never   read   any   but  what 

you  like;  or,  in  Shakespeare's  phrase, 

"  No  profit  goes  where  is  no  pleasure  ta  en; 
In  brief,  sir,  study  what  you  most  affect." 

Emerson. 

When  a  new  book  comes  out,  I  read  an  old  one. 

Samuel  Rogers. 

Insipid  books  soon  find  the  way  to  oblivion,  but  books 
that  have  life  compel  the  world  to  read  them,  even  though 
the  reading  lead  to  anger  and  hostility. 

Rev.  Br.  Joseph  Parker. 


DIAMOND    FLASHES.  17 

Get  at  the  root  of  things.  The  gold  mines  of  Scripture 
are  not  the  top  soil;  you  must  open  a  shaft.  The  precious 
diamonds  of  experience  are  not  picked  up  in  the  roadway; 
their  secret  places  are  far  down.  Get  down  into  the  vitali- 
ty, the  solidity,  the  veracity,  the  divinity  of  the  Word  of  God, 
and  seek  to  possess  with  it  the  inward  work  of  the 
Spirit. 

There  are  passages  of  Scripture  that  glow  with  the  poetry 
of  heaven  and  immortality. 

Greyson  Letters. 

You  never  get  to  the  end  of  Christ's  words.  There  is 
something  in  them  always  behind.  They  pass  into  proverbs, 
they  pass  into  laws,  they  pass  into  doctrines,  they  pass  into 
consolations;  but  they  never  pass  away,  and  after  all  the 
use  that  is  made  of  them,  they  are  still  not  exhausted. 

Dean  Stanley. 


II. 

DIAMOND   FLASHES. 

Teach  the  children!  it  is  painting  in  fresco. 

Emerson. 

Children  have  more  need  of  models  than  of  critics. 

Joubert. 

Begin  with  the  infant  in  his  cradle;  let  the  first  word  he 
lisps  be  Washington! 

Mirabeau. 

We   constantly  underrate  the  capacity  of  children  to  un- 
derstand and  to  suffer. 

John  B.  Gough. 
2 


18  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Children  keep  us  at  play  all  our  lives. 


Calvert. 


"Would  God,  some  one  had  taught  me,  when  young,  the 

names  of  the  grasses  and  constellations  I 

Carlyle. 

Every  first  thing  continues  forever  with  the  child;  the 
first  color,  the  first  music,  the  first  flower,  paint  the  fore- 
ground of  his  life.  The  first  inner  or  outer  object  of  love, 
injustice,  or  such  like,  throws  a  shadow  immeasurably  far 
along  his  after  years. 

Hichter. 

In  the  man  whose  childhood  has  known  tender  caresses, 
there  is  a  fibre  of  memory  which  can  be  touched  to  gentle 
issues. 

George  Eliot. 

In  children,  a  great  curiousness  is  well, 

Who  have  themselves  to  learn,  and  all  the  world. 

Tennyson. 

Happy  the  child  who  is  suffered  to  be,  and  content  to  be, 
what  God  meant  it  to  be — a  child  while  childhood  lasts. 
Happy  the  parent  who  docs  not  force  artificial  manners,  pre- 
cocious feelings,  premature  religion. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

You  never  know  what  child  in  rags  and  pitiful  squalor 
that  meets  you  in  the  street  may  have  in  him  the  germ  of 
<rifts  that  might  add  new  treasures  to  tiie  storehouse  of  beau- 
tiful things  or  noble  acts. 

Joint  Morley. 

A  mother  loses  a  child.  It  ever  remains  to  her  a  child 
It  is  only  she  that  can  be  said  to  have  a  child.  She  remem- 
'>ers  it  as  it  was. 

Dickens. 


DIAMOND    FLASHES.  19 

Youth  fades;  love  droops;  the  leaves  of  friendship  fall; 
A  mother's  secret  hope  outlives  them  all. 

Holmes. 

What  if  God  should  place  in  your  hand  a  diamond,  and 
tell  you  to  inscribe  on  it  a  sentence  which  should  be  read  at 
the  last  day,  and  shown  there  as  an  index  of  your  own  thoughts 
and  feelings,  what  care,  what  caution  would  you  exercise  in 
the  selection!  Now  this  is  what  God  has  done.  He  has 
placed  before  you  the  immortal  minds  of  your  children, 
more  imperishable  than  the  diamond,  on  which  you  are  to 
inscribe  every  day  and  every  hour,  by  your  instructions,  by 
your  spirit  or  by  your  example,  something  which  will  re- 
main and  be  exhibited  for  or  against  you  at  the  judgment. 

Pay  son. 

Never  has  one  person  forgotten  his  pure,  right-educating 
mother.  On  the  blue  mountains  of  our  dim  childhood, 
towards  which  we  ever  turn  and  look,  stand  the  mothers 
who  marked  out  to  us  from  thence  our  life. 

The  teachers  of  children  should  lie  held  in  highest  honor; 
they  are  the  allies  of  legislators;  they  have  agency  in  the 
prevention  of  crime;  they  aid  in  regulating  the  atmosphere, 
whose  incessant  action  and  pressure  cause  the  life-blood  to 
circulate  and  to  return  pure  and  healthful  to  the  heart  of 

the  nation. 

Mrs.  Sigourney. 

The  consciousness  of  duty  performed  gives  us  music  at 
midnight. 

George  Herbert. 

There  is  no  sculpturing  like  that  of  character. 

Beech  cr. 

Precedent  is  the  terror  of  second-rate  men. 

liev.  Dr.  Joseph  Parker. 


20  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Hold  diligent   converse  with  thy  children.     Have   them 
Morning  and  evening  round  thee;  love  thou  them, 
And  win  their  love  in  these  rare,  beauteous  years; 
For  only  while  the  short-lived  dream  of  childhood 
Lasts  are  they  thine — no  longer  ! 


The  children's  world  is  full  of  sweet  surprises; 

Our  common  things  are  precious  in  their  sight  ; 
For  them  the  stars  shine,  and  the  morning  rises 

To  show  new  treasures  of  untold  delight. 

A  dance  of  bluebells  in  the  shady  places; 

A  crimson  flush  of  sunset  in  the  west; 
The  cobwebs,  delicate  as  fairy  laces; 

The  sudden  finding  of  a  wood-bird's  nest. 

Their  hearts  and  lips  are  full  of  simple  praises 
To  Him  who  made  the  earth  divinely  sweet; 

They  dwell  among  the  buttercups  and  daisies, 
And  find  His  blessings  strewn  about  their  feet. 

But  we,  worn  out  by  days  of  toil  and  sorrow, 
And  sick  of  pleasures  that  are  false  and  vain; 

Would  freely  give  our  golden  hoards  to  bo:  row 
One  little  hour  of  childhood's  bliss  again. 

Yet  He  who  sees  their  joy  beholds  our  sadness; 

And  in  the  wisdom  of  a  Father's  love 
He  keeps  the  secret  of  the  heavenly  gladness; 

Our  sweet  surprises  wait  for  us  above. 

Sarah  Doudney. 

The  human  species  is  one   family — the  education   of  its 
youth  should  be  equal  and  universal. 

Fanny  Wright. 

It  is  no  more  possible  to  prevent  thought  from  reverting 
to  an  idea  than  the  sea  from  returning  to  the  shore. 

Victor  Hugo. 


DIAMOND    FLASHES.  21 

I  will  utter  what  I  believe  to-day,  if  it  should  contradict 

all  I  said  yesterday. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

Eccentricity  is  the  privilege  of  an  anomalous  mind. 

Rev.  Dr.  R.  S.  Starrs. 

Obstinacy  is  the  heroism  of  little    minds. 

Consistency  is  a  deadly  foe  to  progress. 

Emerson. 

There  is  no  rule,  or   catechism,   or   precedent,   that  is  a 

£Ood  substitute  for  thinking. 

N.  Y.  World. 

If  a  thousand  old   beliefs  were  ruined  in   our   march   to 

truth,  we  must  still  march  on. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

I  do  not  regret  having  braved  public  opinion,  when  I 
kr.-w  it  was  wrong  and  was  sure  it  would  be  merciless. 

Horace  Greeley. 

Popular  opinion  is  the  greatest  lie  in  the  world. 

Carlyle. 

I  prefer  to  belong  to  the  intellectual  rather  than  to  the 
numerical  majority. 

Benjamin  B' Israeli. 

The  highest  atmospheres  are  the  battle-fields  of  eagies. 
So  it  is  with  men.  No  two  strong-winged  thinkers  soai 
near  each  other  but  they  antagonize. 

Geo.  Alfred  Townsend. 

Common  sense  plays  the  game  with  the  cards  it  has.  It 
dot-s  not  ask  an  impossible  chess-board,  but  takes  the    one 

before  it  and  plays  the  game. 

Wendell  Phillips. 


22  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  am  in  earnest;  I  will  not  equivocate;  I  will  not  excuse; 
I  will  not  retract  an  inch,  and  I  will  be  heard. 

Wm.  Lloyd  Garrison. 

0  Saxon  cruelty!    how  it   cheers  my  heart  to  think    that 
you  dare  not  attempt  such  a  thing  again! 

Daniel   O'Connell. 

1  have  dared  to  lift  up  the  banner  that  is  fallen  down. 

John  Calvin. 

When  bad  men  combine,  the  good  must  associate. 

B 11  rice. 

0  liberty  !   how  many  crimes  have   been   committed    in 
thy  name! 

Madame  Rowland. 

1  have  wedded  the  cause  of  human  improvement;  I  have 
staked  upon  it  my  life,  my  reputation,  and  my  fortune. 

Fanny  Wright. 

TnERE  is  no  success  without  you  work  for  it.     You  can- 
not extemporize  success. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

It  is  of  far  less  consequence,   in  any  Divine  estimate  of 
things,  how  much  a  man  suffers,  than — what  the  man  is. 

Austin  Phelps. 

Whosoever  is  in  love  with  cold,  hunger,  disease,  death, 

let  him  follow  me  ! 

Garibaldi. 

One  ages  rapidly  on  the  battle-field. 

Napoh  na. 

There  is  little  or  nothing  in  this  life  worth  living  for,  hut 
we  can  all  of  us  go  forward  and  do  our  duty. 

'Wellington. 


DIAMOND    FLASHES.  23 

Even  power  itself  hath  not  one-half  the  might  of  gentle- 
ness. 

Leigh  Hunt. 

A  laugh  is  worth  a  hundred  groans  in  any  market. 

Charles  Lamb. 

You  cannot  dream  yourself  into   a  character;  you  must 
hammer  and  forge  yourself  one. 

Froude. 

May  the  realities  of  life  dispel  for  you  its  illusions. 

Richter. 

Evkry  man   stamps  his   value   on   himself;  the   price  we 

challenge  for  ourselves  is  given  us. 

Schiller. 

Every  cultivated   mind   carries  a  liturgy  in  its  own  re- 
fined taste. 

Rev.  Br.  E.  It.  Beadle. 

Turner  could  put  infinite  space  into  a  square   inch  of 

sky. 

Buskin. 

What  succeeds  we  keep,  and  it  becomes  the  habit  of 
mankind. 

Theo.  Barker. 

After  a  spirit  of  discernment,   the  next  rarest  things  in 
the  world  are  diamonds  and  pearls. 

La  Brio/ere. 

In  character,   in    manner,  in  style,   in  all   things,  the  su- 
preme excellence  is  simplicity. 

Longfellow. 

It  is  when  you  come  close  to  a  man  in  conversation  that 
you  discover  what  his  real  abilities  are. 

Samuel  Johnson. 


-  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Life  is  a  comedy  to  him  who  thinks,  and  a  tragedy  to 
him  who  feels. 

Horace  Walpole. 

There  is  no  fiercer  hell  than  failure  in  a  great  attempt. 

Keats. 

Every  man  is  great  just  because  he  is  a  man. 

~W.  E.  Channing. 

Never   mind   where    you    work;    care    more  about  your 

work. 

Spur g  eon. 

Virtue  is  bold,  and  goodness  never  fearful. 

Shakespeare. 

My  tastes  are  aristocratic;  my  actions  democratic. 

Victor  Hugo. 

Good   company  and   good   conversation    are   the   sinews 

of  virtue. 

Hon.  Stephen  Allen. 

Nothing  can  work  me  damage  but  myself;  the  harm 
that  I  sustain  I  carry  about  with  me;  and  I  am  never  a  real 
sufferer  but  by  my  own  fault. 

St.  Bernard. 

Of  all  the  agonies  in  life,  that  which  is  most  poignant  and 
harrowing — that  which  for  the  time  annihilates  reason,  and 
leaves  our  whole  organization  one  lacerated,  man  cried  heart 
— is  the  conviction  that  we  have  been  deceived  where  we 
placed  all  the  trust  of  love. 

Auerbach. 

The  golden  age  is  not  in  the  past,  but  in  the  future;  not 
in  the  origin  of  human  experience,  but  in  its  consummate 
flower;  not  opening  in  Eden,  but  out  from  Gethsemane. 

Chap  hi. 


CLUSTERED    SPARKLES.  25 

The  reason  I  beat  the  Austrians  is,  they  did  not  know 

the  value  of  five  minutes. 

Napoleon. 

There  is  nothing  that  this  age,  from  whatever  standpoint 

we    survey   it,    needs    more,   physically,  intellectually    and 

morally,  than  thorough  ventilation. 

Rushin. 

Instead  of  saving  that  man  is  the  creature  of  circum- 
stances, it  would  be  nearer  the  mark  to  say  that  man  is  the 
architect  of  circumstances.  It  is  character  which  builds  an 
existence  out  of  circumstances.     Our  strength  is  measured 

by  our  plastic  power. 

George  H.  Lewes. 

Axr>  we,  poor  waifs,  whose  life-term  seems, 

When  matched  with  After  and  Before, 
Brief  as  a  Summer  wind's  or  wave's, 

Breaking  its  frail  heart  on  the  shore, — 
We — human  toys — that  Fate  sets  up 

To  smite  or  spare,  I  marvel  how 
These  souls  shall  fare,  in  what  strange  sphere, 

A  thousand  years  from  now. 

Paul  Hamilton  Hayne. 


III. 

CLUSTERED    SPARKLES. 

Fame  is  the  perfume  of  heroic  deeds. 

Socrates. 

Tiikre  is  no  killing  the  suspicion  that  deceit  has  once  be- 
gotten. 

George  Eliot. 


'2Q  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

We  want  downright  facts  at  present  more  than  anything 
else. 

Iiuskin. 

Actually,  or  ideally,  we  manage  to  live  with  superiors. 

Emerson. 

Evil  is  like  the  nightmare — the  instant  you  bestir  your- 
self, it  has  already  ended. 

Richter. 

Pretension  is  nothing;  power  is  everything. 

E.  P.  Whipple. 

Plagiarists,  at  least,  have  the  merit  of  preservation. 

D 'Israeli. 

Live  with  thy  inferiors  as  thou   wouldst    have   thy  supe- 
riors live  with  thee. 

Epictetus. 

I  try  to  make  my  enmities  transient,   and  my  friendships 
eternal. 

Cicero. 

When  God  does  his  best  work  he  needs  the  best  men  to 
help  him. 

George  Eliot. 

Our  earth  is  as  solemn   in  its  continuance  as  it  would  be 
in  its  ending. 

David  Swing. 

The  finest  fruit  earth  holds  up  to  its  Maker  is  a  finished 
man. 

Hnmhohlt. 

It  takes  away  much  of  the  flavor  of  life  to  live  amongst 
those  with  whom  one  has  not  anything  like  one's  fair  value. 

Helps. 


CLUSTERED    SPARKLES.  27 

The  man  in  jest  is  the  key  to  the  man  in  earnest. 

French  Proverb. 

The  men  who  make  history  do  not  write  it  very  well. 

Gen.  Sherman. 

No   man,  with   any  true  nobility  of  soul,  can   ever  make 

his  heart  the  slave  of  another's  condescension. 

Ike  Marvel. 

A  good  heart  will  at  times  betray  the  coolest  head  in  the 
world. 

Fielding. 

There  is  no  such  thing  as  forgetting. 

DeQuincey. 

So  act  that  your  principle  of  action   would    bear  to   be 
made  a  law  for  the  whole  world. 

Kant. 

It  is  easy  to  see — hard  to  foresee. 

Franklin. 

Massexa  was  not  himself  until   the  battle   began  to  go 
against  him. 

Napoleon. 

Do  not   speak  of  your  happiness  to  a  man  less  fortunate 
than  yourself. 

Plutarch. 

Give  me  an  honest  laugher. 

Walter  Scott 

There  is  an  aching  that  is  worse  than  any  pain. 

George  McDonald. 

Be  courageous   and  noble-minded;    our  own   heart,   sr.d 
not  other  men's  opinion  of  us,  forms  our  true  honor. 

Sckillf. 


28  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Volcanoes  throw  up  stones,  and  revolutions  cast  up  men. 

Victor  Hugo. 

Society  prepares  the  crime;  the  criminal  commits  it. 

JBuckle. 

No  man  needs  money  so  much  as  he  who  despises  it. 

Hie/tier. 

Plain  living  and  high  thinking  are  no  more. 

Wordsworth. 

Modesty  has  its  sins,  and  a  kiss  its  innocence. 

Mirabeau. 

You  do  not  know  yet,  my  son,  with  how  little  wisdom  the 
world  is  politically  governed. 

Oxenstiern. 

Letters  which  are  warmly  sealed  are  often  but  coldly 

opened. 

Hichter. 

Things  were  worse  at  Areola  ! 

Napoleon. 

Try  to  understand  yourself  and  things  generally. 

Goethe. 

A  man's  worst  difficulties  begin  when  he  is  able  to  do  as 
he  likes. 

Huxley. 

The  passage  from  the  physics  of  the  brain  to  the  corres- 
ponding facts  of  consciousness  is  unthinkable. 

Tyndall. 

We  call  this  a  Christian  country,  but  the  only  offense  we 
can  never  overlook  is  thu  forgiveness  of  an  injury. 

Theo.  Tilton. 


CLUSTERED    SPARKLES.  29 

Take  away  the  sword; 
States  can  be  saved  without  it — bring  the  pen. 

Buhcer. 

In  to-day  already  walks  to-morrow. 

Coleridge. 

Make  each  day  a  critic  on  the  last. 

Pope. 

His  circumstances  at  present  are  the  mixed  result  of 
young  and  noble  impulses  struggling  under  prosaic  con- 
litions. 

George  Eliot. 

Wishes  at  least  are  the  easy  pleasures  of  the  poor. 

Jerrold. 

The  public  mind  is  educated  quickly  by  events — slowly 
by  arguments. 

N    Y.  World. 

There  is  no  beautiful  intercourse  unless  one  feels  oneself 
regarded  with  favor. 

Auerbach. 

When  you  see  a  man  do  a  noble  deed,  date   him   from 

that. 

Bellows. 

Man  is  the  hero  of  the  eternal  epic  composed  by  the  Di- 
vine intelligence. 

Schelling. 

Carlyle  is  a  trip-hammer  with  an  "  ^Eolian  attach- 
ment." 

Emerson,  1848. 

It  is  idle  to  attempt  to  legislate  in  advance  of  public 
opinion. 

N.  T.  Herald. 


30  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Gratitude  is  the  memory  of  the  heart. 

2y.  P.  Willis. 

A  man's  collective  dispositions  constitute  his  character. 

Rev.  Dr.  X.  II.  Atwater. 

Whatever  is  popular  deserves  attention. 

Thackeray. 

I  was  never  happy  till    I  gave  up  trying  to  be  a  great 
man,  and  was  willing  to  be  nobody. 

Payson. 

Be  noble;  and  the  nobleness  that  lies 
In  other  men  sleeping,  but  never  dead, 
Will  rise  in  majesty  to  meet  thine  own. 

Lowell. 

A  want  of  individuality  is  the   most   dangerous   sign   in 

modern  civilization. 

John  Stuart  Mill. 

I  have  never  seen  anything  in  the  world  worth  getting 

angry  about. 

Henry  J.  Raymond. 

The  greatest  men  of  a  nation   are  those  whom   it  puts  to 
death. 

Penan. 

Villainy,  when    detected,    never  gives   up,  but  boldly 
adds  impudence  to  imposture. 

Goldsmith. 

A  heakt  unspotted  is  not  easily  daunted. 

Shakespeare. 

Our  dissatisfaction  with  any  other  solution,  is  the  blazing 

evidence  of  our  immortality. 

Emerson. 


CLUSTERED    SPARKLES  31 

Taking  the  first  footstep  with  the  good  thought,  the  sec 
ond  with  the  good  word,  and  the  third  with  the  good  deed, 
I  entered  paradise. 

Zoroaster. 

We  have  one  thing,  and  only  one,  to  do  here  on  earth — 
to  win  the  character  of  heaven  before  we  die. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Good  breeding  is  surface  Christianity. 

Holmes. 

The  human  heart  has  a  sigh   lonelier  than  the  cry  of  the 
bittern. 

W.  R.  Alger. 

The  Proverbs  of  Solomon  are  the  sanctification  of  com- 
mon sense. 

Dean  Stanley. 

That  sad  refuge— the  indifference  of  strange  faces  ! 

George  Etiot. 

Economy  is  in   itself  a  source  of  great  revenue. 

Seneca. 

He  conquers  grief  who  makes  a  firm  resolution. 

Goethe. 

The  talent  of  success  is  nothing  more  than  doing  what 
you  can  do  well,  without  a  thought  of  fame 

-Longfellow. 

"What  troubles  the  man  is  a  confusion  of  the  head   aris- 
ing from  corruption  of  the  heart. 

Robert  Burns. 

Many  a   man   who   now   lacks  shoe-leather  would   wear 
golden  spurs  if  knighthood  were  the  reward  of  worth. 

J  err  old. 


•x~> 


GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 


There  cannot  he  a  smile  on  the  lips  of  the  hopeless. 
The  blow  which  crushes  the  life  will  shatter  the  smile. 

Holland. 

In  the  midst  of  much  failure  have  the  heart  to  begin 
again.  Fear  not  so  long  as  you  have  Christ  with  you  as 
your  friend  and  defender. 

Rev.  Dr.  John  Hall. 

The  rainbow  of  hope  ever  spans  the  Niagara  of  our  earth- 
ly experience  in  its  maddest,  wildest  plungings. 

Rev.  A.  B.  Jack. 

God's  love — forget  it  not,  sorrowing  one,  lowest  one,  for- 
gotten one — God's  iove  is  over  all,  yearning  for  all,  endur- 
ing through  all. 

Rev.  Dr    W.  Rudder. 

God's  greatness  flows  around  our  incompleteness  ; 
Round  our  restlessness — His  rest. 

Mrs.  Browning. 


IV. 
LIGHTED   FAGOTS. 

The  best  way  for  a  man  to  get  out  of  a  lowly  position  is 
to  be  conspicuously  effective  in  it. 

Rev.  Dr.  John  Hall. 

Young  gentlemen!  have  two  pockets  made;  a  large  one 
to  hold  the  insults,  and  a  small  one  to  hold  the  fees. 

Dr.    Valentine  Mott. 

Never  despair,  but  if  you  do,  work  on  in  despair. 

Burke. 


LIGHTED    FAGOTS.  33 

Tell  me  how  much  has  been  your  patient  toil  in  obscuri- 
ty, and  I  will  tell  you  how  far  you  will  triumph  in  an  emer- 
gency. 

William  Mathews. 

The  works  of  a  man,  bury  them  under  what  mountain  you 
will,  do  not  perish — cannot  perish. 

Garlyle. 

The  secret  of  success  in  life  is  for  a  man  to  be  ready  for 
his  opportunity  when  it  comes. 

J)y  Israeli. 

Seeing  much,  suffering  much,  and  studying  much,  are  the 
three  pillars  of  learning. 

Disraeli. 

Every  noble  crown  is,  and  on  earth  will  ever  be,  a  crown 
of  thorns. 

Garlyle. 

Whosoever  sins  against  light  kisses  the  lips  of  a  blazing 
cannon.  Jeremy  Taylor. 

It  is  easier  to  make  our  conduct  seem  justifiable  to  our- 
selves than  to  make  our  ability  strike  others. 

George  Eliot. 

If  you  have  built  castles  in  the  air,  your  work  need  not 
be  lost;  that  is  where  they  should  be;  now  put  foundations 
under  them. 

Thoreau. 

Speak  as  though  there  were  a  pistol  at  your  mouth  ! 

Samuel  Agnew. 

The  truest  help  we  can  render  to  an  afflicted  man  is  not 
to  take  his  burden  from  him,  but  to  call  out  his  best  streno-th 
that  he  may  be  able  to  bear  the  burden. 

Phillips  Brook*. 
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34  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

To  abuse  another  man's   piety  is  a  sorry  way  to   prove 

your  own. 

Rev.  W.  II.  H.  Murray. 

To  be  famed  for  holiness  is  asgreata  snare  as  to  be  in  high 
repute  for  wisdom  and  eloquence. 

McCheyne. 

The  truest  view  of  life  has  always  seemed  to  me  to  be 
that  which  shows  that  we  are  here  not  to  enjoy,  but  to 
learn. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Harmonization  with  our  environment  is  the  indispens- 
able condition  of  peace  of  soul;  our  environment  in  this 
world  and  the  next  consists  unalterably  of  God,  conscience, 
and  our  own  record. 

Joseph  Cook. 

All  the  geniuses  are  usually  so  ill-assorted  and  sensitive 
that  one  is  ever  wishing  them  somewhere  else. 

Emerson. 

I  pity  the  man  who  can  travel  from  Dan  to  Beersheba 
and  say,  "  'Tis  all  barren  !"  And  so  it  is;  and  so  is  all  the 
world  to  him  who  will  not  cultivate  the  fruits  it  offers. 

/Sterne. 

He  that  knows  himself  to  be  despised  will  always  be  en- 
vious; and  still  more  envious  and  malevolent,  if  he  is  con- 
demned to  live  in  the  presence  of  those  who  despise  him. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

The  benefit  of  an  acquired  fortune  is  not  objective,  but 
subjective;  consisting,  not  in  the  value  of  the  possession, 
but  in  the  character  acquired  in  its  pursuit;  just  as  in  a 
gymnasium  —the  good  to  the  athlete  is  not  the  weight  lift- 
ed, but  the  muscular  strength  acquired. 

Rev.  Dr.  Chas.  Wadsworth. 


LIGHTED    FAGOTS.  dO 

Our  present  love  l'or  our  bodies  is  a  prophecy  of  their  im- 
mortality when  clothed  upon  with  glory. 

Rev.  Stephen  H.  Tyng. 

Frank  explanations  with  friends  in  case  of  affronts,  some- 
times save  a  perishing  friendship,  and  even  place  it  on  a 
firmer  basis  than  at  first;  but  secret  discontentment  always 
ends  badly. 

Sydney  Smith. 

The  crowning  fortune  of  a  man  is  to  be  born  with  a  bias 
to  some  pursuit  which  finds  him  in  employment  and  happi- 
ness. 

Emerson. 

Every  person  has  two  educations — one  which  he  receives 
from  others,  and  one,  more  important,  which  he  gives  him- 
self. 

Gibbon. 

Every  dav's  experience  shows  how  much  more  actively 
education  goes  on  out  of  the  school-room  than  in  it. 

Burke. 

You  might  as  well   try  to  tell  the  amount  of  money  in  a 

safe  by  feeling  the  knobs,  as  to  tell  what  is  in  a  man's  head 

by  feeling  his  bumps. 

Holmes. 

It  is  good  discretion  not  to  make  too  much  of  any  man  at 
the  first,  because  one  cannot  hold  out  that  proportion. 

Lord  Bacon. 

After  all,  the  joy  of  success  does  not  equal  that  which 

attends  the  patient  working. 

Augusta  Evans. 

Pleasure  may  fill  up  the  interstices  of  life,  but  it  is  a 
poor  material  to  build  its  frame- work  out  of. 

Rev.  C  W.  Wendte. 


36  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Whatever  a  man  cannot  amend,  either  in  himself  or  in 
others,  he  ought  to  bear  patiently  until  God  orders  things 
otherwise. 

Thomas  a.  Kempis. 

If  your  heart  be  right,  then  every  creature  is  a  mirror  of 
life  and  a  book  of  holy  doctrine. 

St.  Francis. 

Take  from  man  Hope  and  Sleep,  and  you  make  him  the 
most  wretched  being  on  earth. 

Kant. 

They  who  reject  the  testimony  of  the  self-evident  truths 
will  find  nothing  surer  on  which  to  build. 

Aristotle. 

Catastrophes  come  when  illusions  and  passions  master 
public  reason. 

Treitschke. 

Cant  is  the  use  of  cooled  cinders  in  place  of  glowing 
coals. 

Joseph  Cook. 

Remember  that  what  you  believe  will  depend  very  large- 
ly upon  what  you  are. 

President  Noah  Porter. 

Desperation  is  sometimes  as  powerful  an  inspirer  as 
genius. 

D'Israeli. 

There  is  nothing  in  the  universe  that  I  fear,  but  that  I 
shall  not  know  my  duty,  or  shall  fail  to  do  it. 

Mary  Lyon. 

The  excitement  of  perpetual  speech-making  is  fatal  to 
the  exercise  of  the  higher  faculties. 

Froude. 


LIGHTED    FAGOTS.  O/ 

We  work  as  much  from  antagonism  as  from  inspiration. 

Emerson. 

Meetings  like  these  are  rare  this  side  of  heaven,  and 
seem  to  me  the  best  mementos  left  of  Eden's  hours. 

Holland. 

What  doest  thou  here — here  in  this  short  life,  here  in  this 
earnest  world,  here,  where  you  have  one  chance  and  but  one 
forever? 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Nothing  distinguishes  great  men  from  inferior  more 
than  their  always  knowing,  whether  in  life  or  art,  the  way 
things  are  going. 

Ruskin. 

The  setting  of  a  great  hope  is  like  the  setting  of  the 
sun — the  brightness  of  our  life  is  gone;  shadows  of  the 
evening  fall  behind  us,  and  the  world  seems  but  a  dim  re- 
flection itself — a  broader  shadow.  We  look  forward  into 
the  coming  lonely  night;  the  soul  withdraws  itself;  then 
the  stars  arise,  and  the  night  is  holy. 

Longfellow. 

In  the  noise  and  tumult  of  the  world,  where  every  life 
is  invaded  and  encroached  upon  by  "  the  pride  of  man" 
and  "the  strife  of  tongues,"  we  wrap  around  us  the  robe 
of  God's  eternal  mercy  in  Christ  Jesus,  and  look  out  un- 
daunted upon  the  dangers  that  cannot  harm  us  there. 

Phillips  Brooks. 

Whatever  I  have  tried  to  do  in  my  life,  I  have  tried  with 
all  my  heart  to  do  well.  What  I  have  devoted  myself  to,  I 
have  devoted  myself  to  completely.  Never  to  put  one  hand 
to  anything  on  which  I  would  throw  my  whole  self,  and 
never  to  affect  depreciation  of  my  work,  whatever  it  was,  I 
find  now  to  have  been  golden  rules. 

Charles  Dickens 


38  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

He  shall  be  immortal  who  liveth  till  he  can  be  stoned  by 
one  without  a  fault. 

Fuller 

Think  on  thy  wants,  on  thy  faults.  Recollect  all  the  pa- 
tience, all  the  kindness,  all  the  tenderness,  which  has  been 
shown  thee.  Think  also  on  life — how  short  it  is,  how  much 
unavoidable  bitterness  it  possesses;  how  much  which  it  is 
easy  either  to  bear  or  chase  away;  and  think  how  the  power 
of  affection  can  make  all  things  right. 

Frederika  Bremer. 

Sum  up  at  night  what  thou  hast  done  by  day, 
And  in  the  morning  what  thou  hast  to  do. 
Dress  and  undress  thy  soul. 

George  Herbert. 

Take  hold,  my  son,  of  the  toughest  knots  in  life  and  try 
to  untie  them;  try  to  be  worthy  of  man's  highest  estate;  have 
high,  noble,  manly  honor.  There  is  but  one  test  of  every- 
thing, and  that  is,  is  it  right?     If  it  is  not,  turn  right   away 

from  it. 

Henry  A.  Wise. 

The  most  difficult  thing  in  life  is  to  keep  the  heights 
which  the  soul  has  reached. 

Rev.  David  Middle,  Jr. 

We  are  on  a  perilous  margin  when  we  begin  to  look  pas- 
sively at  our  future  selves,  and  see  our  own  figures  led  with 
dull  consent  into  insipid  misdoing  and  shabby  achievement. 

George  Eliot. 

May  all  go  well  with  you  !  May  life's  short  day  glide  on 
peaceful  and  bright,  with  no  more  clouds  than  may  glisten 
in  the  sunshine,  no  more  rain  than  may  form  a  rainbow;  and 
may  the  veiled  one  of  heaven  bring  us  to  meet  again. 

Rid  iter. 


LIVE    COALS.  OV 

V. 

LIVE    COALS. 

It  is  a  great  privilege  to  be  present  at  the  spectacle  of 

life. 

George  Eliot. 

I  will  tell  you  who  the  critics  are — men  who  have  failed 
in  literature  and  art. 

D'Israeli. 

Ceitics  are  sentinels  in  the  grand  army  of  letters,  sta- 
tioned at  the  corners  of  newspapers  and  reviews,  to  chal- 
lenge every  new  author. 

Longfellow. 

Certain  critics  resemble  closely  those  people  who,  when 
they  would  laugh,  show  ugly  teeth. 

Joubert. 

The  instinctive  feeling  of  a  great  people  is  often  wiser 
than  its  wisest  men. 

Kossuth. 

The  subjective  conscience  must  not  be  placed  above  the 

objective  law. 

Bismarck. 

Contemporaries  seldom  render  justice;  so  that  in  order 
to  fulfill  our  mission,  one  must  have  faith  in  and  conscien- 
tiously appreciate  his  duty. 

Louis  Napoleon. 

To  say  that  a  thing  good  in  itself  is  bad  because  some- 
times abused,  is  as  absurd  as  to  say  that  the  beautiful  Ohio 
river  is  an  evil  because  it  at  times  overflows  its  banks. 

Hon.    Walter  Forward. 


40  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Impatience  of  study  is  the  mental  disease  of  the  present 
generation. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 

Since  I  cannot  govern  my  tongue,  though  -within  my  own 
teeth,  how  can  I  hope  to  govern  the  tongues  of  others. 

Franklin. 

Gratitude  for  the  past,  content  in  the  present,  and  trust 
for  the  future,  constitute  the  trinity  of  happiness. 

liev.  Dr.  A.  A.    Willits. 

The  more  you  lose  your  isolated  self,  and  the  thoughts 
and  feelings  which  cluster  round  it,  and  take,  instead,  into 
you  the  thoughts  and  feelings  of  others,  the  richer  and  the 
more  varied,  the  more  complex  and  the  more  interesting, 
and  therefore  the  more  vividly  individual,  becomes  your 
being. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

Human  virtue  should  be  equal  to  human  calamity. 

Gen.  R.  E.  Lee. 

Offended  vanity  is  the  great  separator  in  social  life. 

Helps. 

The  silence  often  of  pure  innocence  persuules  when 
speaking  fails. 

Shakespeare. 

Tiieke  is  a  moral  excellence  attainable  by  all  who  have 
the  will  to  strive  after  it;  but  there  is  an  intellectual  and 
physical  superiority  which  is  above  the  reach  of  our  wishes, 
and  is  granted  only  to  a  few. 

Crabbe. 

Have  the  courage  to  be  ignorant  of  a  great  number  of 
things  in  order  to  avoid  the  calamity  of  being  ignorant  of 
everything. 

Sidney  Smith. 


LIVE    COALS.  41 

A  man's  hobby  rides  him  a  great  deal  oftener  than  he 
rides  it. 

Rev.  Br.  Eurness. 

0  that  we  had  spent  one  day  in  this  world  thoroughly 
well! 

Thomas  d.  Eempis. 

Half  the  work  that  is  done  in  this  world  is  to  make 
things  appear  what  they  are  not. 

Bfv.  Br.  E.  B.  Beadle. 

Gray  hairs  are  the  only  object  of  respect  that  can  never 
excite  envy. 

Bacon. 

Often  the  grand  meanings  of  faces,  as  well  as  written 
words,  may  be  chiefly  in  the  impressions  of  those  who  look 
on  them. 

George  Eliot. 

"We  know  not  how  grateful  we  should  be  to  those  who 
take  the  trouble  to  bo  rich  for  us. 

Benan. 

The  house  is  spiritually  empty  so  long  as  the  pearl  of 
great  price  is  not  there,  although  it  may  be  hung  with  all 
the  decorations  of  earthly  knowledge. 

Br.  Arnold. 

To  form  a  correct  judgment  concerning  the  tendency  of 
any  doctrine,  we  should  rather  look  at  the  forms  it  bears  in 
the  disciples  than  in  the  teacher,  for  he  only  made  it — they 
are  made  by  it- 

Hare. 

1  confess  that  increasing  years  bring  with  them  an  in- 
creasing respect  for  men  who  do  not  succeed  in  life,  as  those 
words  are  commonly  used. 

Hillard. 


42  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Looking  within  us,  we  find  in  conscience  an  observatory 
higher  than  that  of  physical  science  ever  was,  from  which  to 
gaze  upon  the  supreme  harmonies  of  the  universe. 

Joseph  Cook. 

It  is  an  excellent  plan  to  have  some  place  where  we  can 
go  to  be  quiet  when  things  vex  or  grieve  us.  There  are  a 
good  many  hard  times  in  this  life  of  ours,  but  we  can  al- 
ways bear  them  if  we  ask  help  in  the  right  way. 

Miss  Alcott. 

Much  of  the  charm  of  life  is  ruined  by  the  exacting  de- 
mands of  confidence.  Respect  the  natural  modesty  of  the 
soul  ;  its  more  delicate  flowers  of  feeling  close  their  petals 
when  they  are  touched  too  rudely. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

There  is  a  sacredness  in  tears.  They  are  not  the  mark 
of  weakness,  but  of  power.  They  speak  more  eloquently 
than  ten  thousand  tongues.  They  are  the  messengers  of 
overwhelming  grief,  of  deep  contrition,  and  of  unspeakable 
love. 

Helps. 

True  dignity  abides  with  him  alone 
Who,  in  the  patient  hour  of  silent  thought 
Can  still  suspect  and  still  revere  himself. 

Wordsrcorth. 

Our  estimate  of  a  character  always  depends  much  on  the 
manner  in  which  that  character  affects  our  own  interests  and 
passions.  We  find  it  difficult  to  think  well  of  those  l>y 
whom  we  are  thwarted  and  depressed,  and  we  are  ready  to 
admit  every  excuse  for  the  vices  of  those  who  are  useful  or 
agreeable  to  us. 

Macaiday. 

Oh  1  the  exquisite  English  in   many  parts  of  our  version 


LIVE    COALS.  43 

of  the  Scriptures  !     I   sometimes  think  that  the  translators 
as  well  as  the  original  writers,  must  have  been  inspired. 

Samuel  li ogers. 

To  try  to  suppress  the  human  side  of  the  Bible,  in  the  in- 
terests of  the  purity  of  the  Divine  Word,  is  as  great  a  folly 
as  to  think  that  a  father's  talk  with  his  child  can  be  best  re- 
ported by  leaving  out  everything  which  the  child  said, 
thought  and  felt. 

W.  Robertson  /Smith. 

How  will  my  last  day  on  earth  find  me  ? — struggling  in 
vain  for  more  of  this  mortal  life,  or  anticipating  with  seraph 
glow  my  entrance    upon    life  eternal  ? 

Rev.  Samuel  Dunn. 

All  our  other  sorrows  are  storms  that  beat  upon  us  from 
without  ;  but  remorse,  sorrow  on  account  of  sin,  ever  arises 
and  haunts  us  from  within. 

Rev.  Br .  W.  Rudder. 

Young  men  who  spend  many  years  at  school  and  college 

are  too  apt  to  forget  the  great  end  of  life,  which  is  to  be  and 

to  do;  not  to  read  and  brood  over  what  other  men  have  been 

and  done. 

William  Mathews. 

The  code  of  society  is  stronger  with  some  persons  than 
that  of  Sinai,  and  many  a  man  who  would  not  scruple  to 
thrust  his  fingers  in  his  neighbor's  pocket,  would  forego  peas 
rather  than  use  his  knife  as  a  shovel. 

James  Russell  Lowell. 

Style  is  only  the  frame  to  hold  our  thoughts.  It  is  like 
the  sash  of  a  window — a  heavy  sash  will    obscure  the  light. 

Emmons. 

This  is  such  a  serious  world  that  we  should  never  speak 
at  all  unless  we  have  something  to  say. 

Carlyle. 


44  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

The  more  solitary,  the  more  friendless,  the  more  unsus- 
tained  I  am,  the  more  I  will   respect  and   rely  upon   myself. 

Charlotte  Bronte. 

The  mind  can  be  emptied  in  a  much  shorter  time  than  it 
is  possible  to  fill  it.  It  fills  through  an  infinity  of  little  tubes, 
many  so  small  as  to  act  by  capillary  attraction;  but  in  writ- 
ing a  book,  an  article,  or  a  sermon,  it  empties  itself  through 
a  twelve-inch  pipe. 

Rev.  A.  K.  H.  Boyd. 

As  the  sky  has  a  higher  dome  than  St.  Peter's,  so  has  na- 
ture a  greater  architect  than  Angelo. 

David  Swijig. 

The  blood  of  man  'is  well  shed  for  our  family,  for  our 
friends,  for  our  God,  for  our  country,  for  our  kind;  the  rest 
is  vanity — the  rest  is  crime. 

Burl-e. 

Not  only  verify  your  references  but  verify  your  facts. 
This  accuracy,  this  verification  of  facts,  this  sifting  of  things 
to  the  bottom,  is  a  thing  which  all  students  ought  to  culti- 
vate.    Do  let  me  entreat  of  you  to  look  facts  in  the  face. 

Dean  Stanley. 

Theke  is  no  great  working  idea  in  histor}-  which  does  not 
carry  its  own  caricature  along  with  it. 

Rev.  Dr.  B.  M.  Palmer. 

The  world  is  shadowed  or  brightened  by  our  own  heart 
rather  than  by  anything  in  itself.  Our  joy  makes  the  cloud- 
iest day  glad,  and  our  grief  finds  night  in  the  sunniest  sky. 

Joseph  Parlcer. 

People  seem  not  to  see  that  their  opinion  of  the  world  is 
also  a  confession  of  character.  We  can  only  see  what  we 
aru,  and,  if  we  misbehave,  we  suspect  others. 

Emerson. 


LIVE    COALS.  45 

We  must  conform,  to  a  certain  extent,  to  the  convention- 
alities of  society,  for  they  are  the  ripened  results  of  a  va- 
ried and  long  experience. 

Prof.  A.  A.  Hodge. 

Before  the  birth  of  love,  many  fearful  things  took  place 
through  the  empire  of  necessity;  but  when  this  god  was 
born,  all  things  arose  to  men. 

Socrates. 

We  do  not  know  to-day  whether  we  are  busy  or  idle.  In 
times  when  we  thought  ourselves  indolent,  we  have  after- 
wards discovered  that  much  was  accomplished  and  much 
was  begun  in  us. 

Emerson. 

The  wicked  ruler  must  feel  and  fear  that  public  opinion 
which  arises  as  silently  as  the  frost  and  thaws  like  the  spring. 

George  Alfred  Townsend. 

We  cheat  ourselves  with  our  own  lying  eyes, 
We  chase  a  fleeting  mirage  o'er  the  sand; 

Across  a  grave  the  smiling  phantom  flies, 

O'er  which  we  fall  with  a  vain-clutching  hand. 

Alexander  Smith. 

He  was  a- weary;  but  he  fought  his  fight, 

And  stood  for  simple  Manhood;  and  was  joyed 

To  see  the  august  broadening  of  the  light, 

And  new  worlds  heaving  heavenward  from  the  void. 

He  loved  his  fellows — and  their  love  was  sweet: 

Plant  daisies  at  his  head  and  at  his  feet. 

Richard  Realf. 


4P  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 


VI. 


WHITE  HEAT. 

When 
For  me  the  end  has  come  and  I  am  dead, 
And  little,  voluble,  chattering  daws  of  men 
Peck  at  me  curiously,  let  it  then  be  said 
By  some  one  brave  enough  to  speak  the  truth, 
Here  lies  a  great  soul  killed  by  cruel  wrong. 

Richard  Real/. 

Better  a  day  of  strife 
Than  a  century  of  sleep. 

Father  Ryan. 

I'm  weary  of  my  part, 
My  torch  is  out;  and  the  world  stands  before  me, 
Like  a  black  desert  at  the  approach  of  night; 
I'll  lay  me  down,  and  stray  no  farther  on. 

Dryden. 

Whence:,  and,  oh  heavens!   whither? 

Carlyle. 

Get  close  to  the  seller  of  perfumes  if  you  want  to  be 
fragrant. 

Arabian  Proverb. 

Modern  architecture  is  art  assassinated  by  geometry. 

Auguste  PrJault. 

A  man  should  lose  no  time  about  getting  down  to  earnest 
work  in  life.  His  aim  should  be  to  build  up  a  happy  home, 
and  to  surround  himself  with  a  family  of  noble  childreu; 
and  he  should  be  content  after  these  things  are  done. 

Robert  Collyer. 


WHITE    HEAT.  47 

There  is  no  Morrow.     Though  before  our  face 
The  shadow  named  so  stretches,  we  alway 
Fail  to  o'ertake  it,  hasten  as  we  may; 
God  only  gives  one  island-inch  of  space 
Betwixt  the  Eternities,  as  standing  place 
Where  each  may  work — the  inexorable  To-day. 

M.  J.  Preston. 

Proofs  of  a  people  whose  heroic  aims 
Soared  far  above  the  little,  selfish  sphere 
Of  doubting  modern  life. 

Thomson. 

Whatever  career  you  embrace,  propose  to  yourself  an 
elevated  aim,  and  put  in  its  service  an  unalterable  constancy. 

Victor  Cousin. 

Learn  as  if  you  were  to  live  forever;  live  as  if  you  were 
to  die  to-morrow. 

Ansalus  de  Insults. 

Use  the  temporal ;  desire  the  eternal. 

Thomas  d  Kempis. 

The  present  hour  is  always  the  solemn  hour;  the  past  has 
ceased  to  exist,  the  future  is  out  of  reach. 

Christian  Index.. 

Success  in  life  is  a  matter  not  so  much  of  talent  or  op- 
portunity as  of  concentration  and  perseverance. 

Rev.  C.  W.  Wendte. 

Somebody  once  said  that  Gladstone  was  the  only  man  in 
Parliament  who  could  talk  in  italics. 

Justin  McCarthy. 

With  irresolute  finger  he  knocked  at  each  one 
Of  the  doorways  of  life,  and  abided  in  none. 

Owen  Meredith. 


48  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What  men  want  is  not  talent — it  is  purpose. 


Buhcer. 


Who  shall  be  true  to  us  when  we  are  so  unsecret  to  our- 
selves ? 

Shakespeare. 

Go  on  and  work  with  all  your  will — uproot  error. 

Carlyle. 

Thjj  telegraph  is  the  nervous  system  of  civilization. 

N.  Y.  Herald. 

In  our  large  cities  there  is  a  distance  of  a  hundred  miles 
between  the  fashionable  and  unfashionable  side  of  a  brick 

wall. 

Joseph  Cook. 

A  good  speech  is  a  good  thing,  but  the  verdict  is  the 
thing. 

Daniel  CfConnell. 

Nothing  proves  so  hurtful  to  a  man's  constitution  as  an 
undelivered  speech. 

Panmur. 

Man  of  the  world  !  bad  as  we  who  are  called  Christians 
are — and  none  can  know  that  badness  as  we  do  ourselves — 
your  world  would  be  worse  if  we  were  not  in  it. 

Rev.  Dr.  John  Hall. 

A  noble  and  attractive  every-day  bearing  comes  of  good- 
ness, of  sincerity,  of  refinement;  and  these  are  bred  in  years, 
not  moments. 

Bishop  F.  D.  Huntington. 

Immodest  words  admit  of  no  defense, 
For  want  of  decency  is  want  of  sense. 

Roscommon. 


WHITE    HEAT.  49 

The  man  who  tells  me  an  indelicate  story  does  me  an  in- 
jury. 

James  T.  Fields. 

Right   forever  on    the    scaffold;    wrong    forever    on    the 

throne; 
But  the   scaffold    sways  the   future,  and  behind    the    dim 

unknown 
Standeth   God  within  the  shadow,   keeping    watch    above 

his  own. 

Lowell. 

Having  by  the  golden  gift  of  God  this  glorious  lot  of  liv- 
ing once  for  all,  let  us  endeavor  to  live  nobly. 

J.  S.  Blackie. 

We  live  in  deeds,  not  years;  in  thoughts,  not  breaths; 
In  feelings,  not  in  figures  on   a  dial; 
We  should  count  time  by  heart-throbs.     He  most  lives 
Who    thinks   most,   feels  the  noblest,  acts  the  best. 

Bailey. 

Oh,  keep  me  innocent — make  others  great ! 

Caroline  Matilda,  Queen  of  Denmark. 

When  death,  the  great  reconciler,  has  come,  it  is  nevei 
our  tenderness  that  we  repent  of,  but  our  severity. 

George  Eliot. 

To  draw  inferences  is  the  great  business  of  life. 

John  Stuart  Mill. 

If  you  would  imitate  Christ,  take  sin  by  the  throat  and 
the  sinner  by  the  hand. 

W.  H.  H.  Murray. 

I  fear  the  man  who  talks  too  little,  as  much  as  the  man 
who  talks  too  much. 

Rev.  Br.  C.  A.  Dickey. 

4 


50  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  noble  deed  is  a  step  towards  heaven. 


Holland. 


The  law  commands;  the  gospel  empowers. 

JRev.  Dr.  A.  A.  Hodge. 

Elevate  the  working  class  by  keeping  your  children 
in  it. 

Gladstone. 

There  is  always  hope  in  a  man  that  actually  and  earnest- 
ly works.     In  idleness  alone  is  there  perpetual  despair. 

Carlyle. 

Young  men  !  do  something  in  this  busy,  bustling,  wide- 
awake world.  Move  about  for  the  benefit  of  mankind,  if  not 
for  yourselves. 

John  B.  Gout j h. 

To  struggle  and  again  and  again  to  renew  the  conflict — 
this  is  life's  inheritance. 

3Irs.  Grote. 

Genius  will  study;  it  is  that  in  the  mind  which  does 
studv,  that  is  the  very  nature  of  it. 

Dev:ey. 

Genius    has  glue  on  its  hands,  and  will  take   hold  of  a 

marble  slab. 

Pro*.  S.  J.  Wilson. 

It  is  of  no  consequence  of  what  parents  any  man  is  born, 
so  that  he  be  a  man  of  merit. 

Horace. 

We  do  not  what  we  ought, 

What  we  ought  not,  we  do, 
And  lean  upon  the  thought 

That  chance  will  bring  us  through. 

3Iattheic  Arnold. 


WHITE    HEAT.  51 

Almost  every  great  thing  that  has  been  done  in  the  world's 
history,  has  been  done  in  a  place  with  an  insignificant 
name. 

Rev.  Dr.  Deems. 

One  self-approving  hour  whole  years  outweighs 
Of  stupid  starers  and  of  loud  huzzas. 

Pope. 

Living  movements  do  not  come  of  committees — they 
come  from  individuals. 

John  Henry  Newman. 

The  best  teachers  of  humanity  are  the  lives  of  great  men. 

Prof.  Fowler. 

Cultivate  all  things  in  moderation, but  one  thing  in  per- 
fection. 

Lady  Morgan's  Advice  to  Young  Ladies. 

Goo  hath  yoked  to  guilt 
Her  pale  tormentor — misery. 

Bryant. 

A  man  he  seems  of  cheerful  yesterdays 
And  confident  to-morrows. 

Wordsworth. 

Heaven  is  a  prepared  place  for  a  prepared  people. 

Moody. 

If  we  could  read  the  secret  history  of  our  enemies,  we 
should  find  in  each  man's  life  sorrow  and  suffering  enough 
to  disarm  all  hostility. 

Longfellow. 

I  have  pity  for  all  unhappy  ones,  but  most  for  those,  who- 
soever they  be,  that  languish  in  exile,  and  visit  their  coun- 
try only  in  dreams. 

Dante. 


OZ  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Down,  thou  climbing  sorrow!  thy  element  is  below! 

Shakespeare. 

We  often  do  more  good  by  our  sympathy  than  by  our 
labors,  and  render  to  the  world  a  more  lasting  service  by 
absence  of  jealousy  and  recognition  of  merit  than  we  could 
ever  render  by  the  straining  efforts  of  personal  ambition. 

Farrar. 

If  there  is  any  common  delusion  of  past  days  which  may 
be  taken  as  entirely  exploded  now,  it  is  the  idea  that  any 
man  ever  swayed  vast  masses  of  people,  and  became  the 
idol  and  hero  of  a  nation,  by  the  strength  of  a  conscious 
hypocrisy  and  imposture. 

Justin  McCarthy. 

Milton!  thou  shouldst  be  living  at  this  hour; 
England  hath  need  of  thee;  she  is  a  fen 
Of  stagnant  waters;  altar,  sword  and  pen, 
Fireside,  the  heroic  wealth  of  hall  and  bower, 
Have  forfeited  their  ancient  English  dower 
Of  inward  happiness.     We  are  selfish  men; 
Oh,  raise  us  up,  return  to  us  again, 
And  give  us  manners,  virtue,  freedom,  power! 

Wordsworth. 

The  wish  falls  often  warm  upon  my  heart,  that  I  may 
learn  nothing  here  that  I  cannot  continue  in  the  other  world; 
that  I  may  do  nothing  here  but  deeds  that  will  bear  fruit  in 
heaven. 

Richter. 

I  will  go  forth  'mong  men,  not  mailed  in  scorn, 
But  in  the  armor  of  a  pure  intent; 
Great  duties  are  before  me,  and  great  songs, 
And  whether  crowned  or  crownless  when  I  fall, 
It  matters  not,  so  as  God's  work  is  done. 

Alexander  Smith. 


ELECTRIC    SPARKS.  5o 

Hope  is  a  pleasant  acquaintance,  but  an  unsafe  friend. 

Hope  is  not  the  man  for  your  banker,  but  he  may  do  very 

well  for  a  traveling  companion. 

Haliburton. 


VII. 

ELECTEIO  SPARKS. 

I  little  thought  to  have  lived  to  hear  it  said  by  the 
Whigs  of  1839:  "Let  us  rally  round  the  Queen;  never 
mind  the  House  of  Commons;  never  mind  measures;  throw 
principles  to  the  dogs;  leave  pledges  unredeemed;  but  for 
God's  sake  rally  round  the  throne." 

Lord  Brougham. 

When  popular  discontents  are  abroad,  a  wise  govern- 
ment would  put  them  in  a  hive  of  glass;  you  hid  them. 

Curran. 

If  the  majority  of  the  people  of  Ireland  had  their  will 
and  had  the  power,  they  would  unmoor  the  island  from  its 
fastenings  in  the  deep,  and  move  it  at  least  two  thousand 
miles  to  the  west. 

John  Bright. 

When'  the  carcass  of  a  nation  lies  dead,  tainting  the  solar 
system,  there  will  not  want  lightning  to  kindle  its  funeral 
pyre. 

Peter  Bayne. 

We  cannot  honor  our  country  with  too  deep  a  reverence; 
we  cannot  love  her  with  an  affection  too  pure  and  fervent; 
we  cannot  serve  her  with  an  energy  of  purpose  or  a  faithful- 
ness of  zeal  too  steadfast  and  ardent. 

Grlmke. 


54  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Ireland  is  the  Gethsemane  of  Europe.  In  it  there  are 
more  undeserved  poverty  and  sinless  crime  than  in  any- 
other  land  on  the  face  of  the  globe.  England  will  give  you 
reasons  for  it  as  plentiful  as  the  tigers  in  the  Indian  jungle. 
She  says  it  is  because  the  inhabitants  are  Catholics;  because 
they  are  lawless;  because  they  are  indolent;  because  they 
are  drunken,  and  because  they  are  extravagant.  If  you 
ask  me  lor  a  reason,  I  answer  in  one  word — Landlordism! 
The  trouble  has  its  origin  in  the  robbery  of  a  race  for  the 
benefit  of  a  class. 

James  Redpath. 

I  wol'LD  have  the  Irish  Government  regulated  by  Irish 
notions  and  Irish  prejudices;  and  1  firmly  believe,  accord- 
ing to  an  Irish  expression,  that  the  more  she  is  under  Irish 
government,  the  more  she  will  be  bound  to  English  inter- 
ests. 

Fox. 

A  perfect  traitor  should  have  a  face  which  vice  can 
write  no  marks  on;  lips  that  will  lie  with  a  dimpled  smile; 
eyes  of  such  agate-like  brightness  and  depth  that  no  in- 
famy can  dull  them;  cheeks  that  will  rise  from  a  murder 
and  not  look  haggard. 

George  Eliot. 

Woe  to  the  country  whose  condition  and  institutions  no 
longer  produce  great  men  to  manage  its  affairs. 

Metternich. 

Is  there  not  some  chosen  curse, 
Some   hidden    thunder  in  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Red  with  uncommon  wrath,  to  blast  the  man 
Who  owes  his  greatness  to  his  country's  ruin? 

Addison. 

He  serves  his  party  best  who  serves  his  country  best. 

Rutherford  B.  Hayes. 


ELECTRIC    SPARKS.  55 

If  I  thought  that  there  was  a  stain  upon  the  remotest 
hem  of  the  garment  of  my  country,  I  woulJ  devote  my 
utmost  labor  to  wipe  it  off. 

Daniel  Webster. 

The  glory  of  a  country  is  in  its  homes,  which  contain  the 
true  elements  of  national  vitality,  and  are  the  embodied 
type  of  heaven. 

Beecher. 

I  ask  no  favors  and  shrink  from  no  responsibilities. 

Zachary  Taylor. 

Sir,  my  concern  is  not  whether  God  is  on  our  side;  my 
great  concern  is  to  be  on  God's  side;  for  God  is  always 
right. 

Abraham  Lincoln. 

They  [office-holders]  rarely  die  and  never  resign. 

Jefferson. 

It  is  a  principle  of  war  that  when  you  can  use  the  thun- 
derbolt, you  must  prefer  it  to  the  cannon;  earnestness  is  the 
thunderbolt. 

Napoleon. 

The  material  development  of  our  country  is  immensely 
in  advance  of  its  legislation  and  jurisprudence. 

George  Alfred  Totcnsend,  1  SSI. 

The  best  way  to  secure  the  repeal  of  a  bad  or  obnoxious 
law,  is  to  rigidly  enforce  it. 

U.  S.  Grant. 

We  worldly  men,  when  we  see  friends  and  kinsmen 
Past  hope  sunk  in  their  fortunes,  lend  no  hand 
To  lift  them  up,  but  rather  set  our  feet 
Upon  their  heads  to  press  them  to  the  bottom. 

rSir  Giles  Overreach. 


56  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

A.  weapon  that  comes  down  as  still 

As  snow-flakes  fall  upon  the  sod, 
But  executes  a  Freeman's  will 

As  lightning  does  the  will  of  God  ; 
And  from  its  force,  nor  doors  nor  locks 
Can  shield  you, — 'tis  the  ballot-box. 

The  sword  ! — a  name  of  dread  ;  but  when 
Upon  the  Freeman's  thigh  'tis  bound — 
When  for  our  altar  and  our  hearth, 
When  for  the  land  that  gave  us  birth, 
The  war-drums  roll,  the  trumps  resound, 
How  sacred  is  it  then  ! 

Pier  pout. 

War  is  dread  when  battle  shock  and  fierce  affray 
Perpetuate  a  tyrant's  name, 
But,  guarding  Freedom's  holy  fane 
Confided  to  her  valiant  keeping, 
The  sword  from  scabbard  leaping, 
Flashes  a  heavenly  light. 

Frank  Birch. 

They  never  fail  who  die 
In  a  great  cause  ;  the  block  may  soak  their  gore, 
Their  heads  may  sodden  in  the  sun  ;  their  limbs 
Be  strung  to  city-gates  and  castle  walls, 
But  still  their  spirit  walks  abroad.     Though  years 
Elapse,  and  others  share  as  dark  a  doom, 
They  but  augment  the  deep  and  sweeping  thoughts 
Which  o'erpower  all  others,  and  conduct 
The  world  at  last  to  freedom. 

Byron. 

One  crowded  hour  of  glorious  life 
Is  worth  a  world  without  a  name. 

Walter  Scott. 


ELECTRIC    SPARKS.  57 

Breathes  there  the  man  with  soul  so  dead, 
Who  never  to  himself  hath  said, 
"This  is  my  own,  my  native  land  !" 
"Whose  heart  hath  ne'er  within  him  burned, 
As  home  his  footsteps  he  hath  turned, 
From  wandering  on  a  foreign  strand? 
If  such  there  breathe,  go,  mark  him  well  : 
For  him  no  minstrel  raptures  swell, 
High  though  his  titles,  proud  his  name, 
Boundless  his  wealth  as  wish  can  claim  ; 
Despite  those  titles,  power  and  pelf, 
The  wretch,  concentred  all  in  self, 
Living,  shall  forfeit  fair  renown, 
And,  doubly  dying,  shall  go  down 
T<>  the  vile  dust  from  which  he  sprung, 
Unwept,  unhonored  and  unsung. 

Walter  Scott. 

So  many  great 
Illustrious  spirits  have  conversed  with  woe, 
Have  in  her  school  been  taught,  as  are  enough 
To  consecrate  distress,  and  make  us 
E'en  wish  the  frown  beyond  the  smile 
Of  fortune. 

Thomson. 

The  glory  of  a  true  soldier  or  statesman,  falling  at  his 
post  of  duty,  is  seen  in  this — that  the  cause  of  civil  liberty 
is  the  cause  of  humanity,  which  is  the  cause  of  Christ. 

Rev.  James  J.  Jones. 

Not  alone  when  life  flows  still,  do  truth 

And  power  emerge,  but  also  when  strange  chance 

Affects  its  current;  in  unused  conjuncture, 

When  sickness  breaks  the  body — hunger,  watching, 

Excess,  or  languor — oftenest  death's  approach — 

Peril,  deep  joy  or  woe. 

Robert  Browning. 


58  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

But  all  through  life  I  see  a  cross, 

"Where  sons  of  God  yield  up  their  breath; 
There  is  no  gain  except  by  loss, 

There  is  no  life  except  by  death. 

There  is  no  vision  but  by  faith, 
No  glory  but  by  bearing  shame, 
Nor  justice  but  by  taking  blame; 

And  that  Eternal  Passion  saith, 
Be  emptied  of  glory  and  right  and  name. 

Olrig  Grange. 

Man  is  dear  to  man ;  the  poorest  poor 

Long  for  some  moments  in  a  dreary  life, 

When  they  can  know  and  feel  that  they  have  been 

Themselves  the  fathers  and  the  dealers-out 

Of  some  small  blessings;   have  been  kind  to  such 

As  needed  kindness,  for  the  single  cause, 

That  we  have  all  of  us  one  human  heart. 

WoriUirnrth. 

The  highest  of  us  is  but  a  sentry  at  his  post. 

Whyte-MelvWe. 

Standing  by  the  river,  gazing  on  the  river, 

See  it  paved  with  starbeams;  heaven  is  at  their  feet; 

Now  the  waves  are  troubled — now  the  rushes  quiver, 
Vanished  is  the  starlight — it  was  a  deceit. 

Bulwer. 

I  care  nothing  for  passing  renown.  It  is  a  popularity 
which  rifles  home  of  its  sweets;  and  by  elevating  a  man 
above  his  fellows,  places  him  in  a  region  of  desolation, 
where  he  stands,  a  conspicuous  mark  for  the  shafts  of  malice, 
envy,  and  detraction;  a  popularity  which,  with  its  head 
among  storms  and  its  feet  on  the  treacherous  quicksands, 
has  nothing  to  lull  the,  agonies  of  its  tottering  existence  but 
the  hosannas  of  a  driving-  ireneration. 

Cha/mers. 


ELECT KIC    SPARKS.  59 

The  Manchester  school  introduced  the  agitation  which 
appealed  to  reason  and  argument  only;  which  stirred  men's 
hearts  with  figures  of  arithmetic  rather  than  figures  of 
speech,  and  which  converted  mob  meetings  to  political 
economy. 

Justin  McCarthy. 

The  soft  blue  sky  did  never  melt 
Into  his  heart;  he  never  felt 
The  witchery  of  the  soft  blue  sky. 

Wordsworth. 

We  must  be  as  courteous  to  a  man  as  we  are  to  a  picture, 
which  we  are  willing  to  give  the  advantage  of  a  good  light. 

Emerson. 

It  is  of  very  little  account  what  men  think  of  us,  but  it  is 
of  great  importance  what  God  thinks  of  us. 

Moody. 

When  we  step  across  the  drawbridge  of  death,  it  is  no 
foreign  land  we  enter,  but  our  native  home. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

Oxce  I  had  friends,  though  by  all  forsaken; 
Once  I  had  parents — they  are  now  in  heaven; 
I  had  a  home  once! 

S<mthey. 

Dome  up,  O  heaven!  yet  higher  o'er  my  head! 
Back!  back,  horizon!   widen  out  my  world! 
Rush  in,  0  Infinite  sea  of  the  Unknown, 
For  though  He  slay  me,  I  will  trust  in  God. 

George  McDonald. 

What  would  be  the  state  of  the  highwavs  of  life,  if  we 
did  not  drive  our  thought-sprinklers  through  them,  with 
valve  open,  sometimes? 

Holmes. 


60  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Give  me  no  light,  great  Heaven,  but  such  as  turns 

To  energy  of  human  fellowship; 

No  powers  beyond  the  growing  heritage 

That  makes  completer  manhood. 

George  Eliot. 

Stern  Law-giver!  yet  thou  dost  wear 
The  Godhead's  most  benignant  grace; 

Nor  know  I  anything  so  fair 
As  is  the  smile  upon  thy  face. 

Wordsworth — Ode  to  Duty. 

Why  am  I  loth  to  leave  this  earthly  scene? 

Have  I  so  found  it  full  of  pleasing  charms? 
Some  drops  of  joy,  with  draughts  of  ill  between, 

Some  gleams  of  sunshine  'mid  renewing  storms. 

Burns. 

There  are  important  cases  in  which  the  difference  be- 
tween half  a  heart  and  a  whole  heart  makes  just  the  differ- 
ence between  signal  defeat  and  splendid  victory. 

Rev.  A.  R.  K.  Boyd. 

The  main  token  of  a  strong  character  is  not  to  make 
known  every  change  and  phase  in  thought  and  feeling,  but 
to  give  the  world  the  finished  results. 

Auerbach. 

I  do  believe 
Though  I  have  found  them  not,  that  there  may  be 
Words  which  are  things,  hopes  which  will  not  deceive, 
And  virtues  which  are  merciful,  nor  weave 
Snares  for  the  falling  ;  I  would  also  deem 
O'er  others'  griefs  that  some  sincerely  grieve; 
That  two,  or  one,  are  almost  what  they  seem: — 
That  goodness  is  no  name,  and  happiness  no  dream. 

Byron. 


ELECTRIC     SPARKS.  61 

We  may  not  stand  content;  it  is  our  part 
To  drag  slow  footsteps  after  the  far  sight, 
The  long  endeavor  following  up  the  bright, 

Quick  aspiration:  there  is  ceaseless  smart 

Feeling  but  cold-hand  surety  for  warm  heart 
Of  all  desire;  no  man  may  say  at  night 
His  goal  is  reached;  the  hunger  for  the  light 

Moves  with  the  star;  our  thirst  will  not  depart 
Howe'er  we  drink.     'Tis  what  before  us  goes 

Keeps  us  aweary,  will  not  let  us  lay 

Our  heads  in  dreamland,  though  the  enchanted  palm 
Rise  from  our  desert;   though  the  fountain  grows 

Up  in  our  path,  with  slumber's  flowing  balm; 
The  soul  is  o'er  the  horizon  far  away. 

John  James  Piatt. 

When  thou  haply  seest 
Some  rare,  noteworthy  object  in  thy  travel, 
Make  me  partaker  of  thy  happiness. 

Shakespeare. 

The  battle  of  our  life  is  brief, 
The  alarm — the  struggle — the  relief — 
Then  sleep  we  side  by  side. 

Longfellow. 

The  friend  who  holds  a  mirror  to  my  face, 
And  hiding  none,  is  not  afraid  to  trace 
My   faults,  my  smallest  blemishes,  within; 
Who  friendly  warns,  reproves  me  if  I  sin — 
Although  it  seems  not  so — he  is  my  friend. 
But  he  who,  ever  flattering,  gives  me  praise, 
Who  ne'er  rebukes,  nor  censures,  nor  delays 
To  come  with  eagerness  and  grasp  my  hand, 
And  pardon  me  ere  pardon  I  demand — 
He  is  my  enemy,  although  he  seem  my  friend. 

Scribner's  Monthly. 


62  GOLDEX  GLEAMS. 

They  also  serve  who  only  stand  and  wait. 


Milton. 


My  heart  was  heavy,  for  its  trust  had  been 
Aijused,  its  kindness  answered  with  foul  wrong; 
So,  turning  gloomily  from  my  fellow-men, 
One  summer  Sabbath-day  I  strolled  among 
The  green  mounds  of  the  village  burial-place, 
Where,  pondering  how  all  human  love  and  hate 
Find  one  sad  level,  and  how,  soon  or  late, 
Wronged  and  wrong-doer,  each  with  meekened  face, 
And  cold  hands  folded  over  a  still  heart, 
Puss  the  green  threshold  of  our  common  grave, 
Whither  all  footsteps  tend,  whence  none  depart — 
Awed  for  myself,  and  pitying  my  race, 
One  common  sorrow  like  a  mighty  wave 
Swept  all  my  pride  away,  and  trembling,  I  forgave. 

Whit  tier. 

On,  how  hard  it  is  to  'lie,  and  not  to  be  able  to   leave  the 
world  any  better  for  one's  little  life  in  it  ! 

Abraham  Lincoln. 

Not  all  who  seem  to  fail  have  failed  indeed; 

Not  all  who  fail  have  therefore  worked  in  vain; 

For  all  our  acts  to  many  issues  lead; 

And  out  of  earnest  purpose,  pure  and  plain, 

I'm  forced  by  honest  toil  of  hand  or  brain, 

The  Lord  will  fashion,  in  his  own  good  time, 

—  B     this  the  laborer's  proudly  humble  creed, — 

Such  ends  as  to  His  wisdom  fitliest  chime 

With  His  vast  love's  eternal  harmonies. 

There  is  no  failure  for  the  good  and  wise; 

What  though  thy  seed  should  fall  by  the  wavside 

And  the  birds  snatch  it — yet  the  birds  are  fed; 

Or  they  may  hear  it  i'ar  across  the  tide, 

To  give  rich  harvest  after  thou  art  dead. 

Politics  for  the  People,  1848. 


ELECTRIC    SPARKS.  t/> 

I  hold  him  great,  who  for  love's  sake 
Can  give  with  generous,  earnest  will; 

Yet  him  who  takes  for  love's  sweet  sake 
I  think  I  hold  more  generous  still. 

I  bow  before  the  noble  mind 

That  freely  some  great  wronq-  forgives; 

Yet  nobler  is  the  one  forgiven 

Who  bears  that  burden  well,  and  lives. 

It  may  be  hard  to  gain,  and  still 

To  keep  a  lowly,  steadfast  heart; 
Yet  he  who  loses,  has  to  fill 

A  harder  and  a  truer  part. 

Glorious  it  is  to  wear  the  crown 

Of  a  deserved  and  pure  success; 
He  who  knows  how  to  fail,  has  won 

A  crown  whose  luster  is  not  less. 

Great  may  he  be  who  can  command 
And  rule  with  just  and  tender  sway; 

Yet  is  diviner  wisdom  taught 
Better  by  him  who  can  obey. 

Blessed  are  they  who  die  for  God 

And  earn  the  martyr's  crown  of  light; 

Yet  he  who  lives  for  God  may  be 
A  greater  conqueror  in  His  sight. 

Adelaide  Procter. 

Oh,  yet  we  trust  that  somehow  good 

"Will  be  the  final  goal  of  ill; 

To  pangs  of  nature,  sins  of  will, 
Defects  of  doubt,  and  taints  of  blood; 

That  nothing  walks  with  aimless  feet, 

That  not  one  life  shall  be  destroyed, 

Or  cast  as  rubbish  to  the  void, 
When  God  hath  made  the  pile  complete; 


ny  t  GOLDEN"    GLEAMS. 

That  not  a  worm  is  cloven  in  vain, 
That  not  a  moth  with  vain  desire 
Is  shriveled  in  a  fruitless  fire, 

Or  but  subserves  another's  gain. 

Behold,  we  know  not  anything: 
I  can  but  trust  that  good  shall  fall 
At  last — far  off — at  last,  to  all, 

And  every  winter  change  to  spring. 


Tennyson. 


VIII. 

FIRE-BRANDS. 

I  love  clamor  when  there  is  an  abuse.  The  alarm-bell 
disturbs  the  inhabitants,  but  saves  them  from  being  burnt 
in  their  beds. 

Burke. 

Dare  to  be  true  ;  nothing  can  ever  need  a  lie. 

George  Herbert. 

Doubt  comes  in  at  the  window  when  inquiry  is  denied  at 
the  door. 

Prof.  Joicett. 

Coward's  Castle  is  that  pulpit  or  platform  from  which  a 
man,  surrounded  by  his  friends,  in  the  absence  of  his  oppo- 
nents, secure  of  applause  and  safe  from  reply,  denounces 
those  who  differ  from  him. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

There  is  no  use  in  sweeping  a  chamber  if  all  the  dust 
comes  out  of  the  broom. 

Whately. 


FIEE-BEAXDS. 


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By  and  by,  when  the  world  has  found  out  what  church 
does  the  most  good,  it  will  know  in  what  church  to  believe. 

Lessing. 

There  are  three  difficulties  in  authorship  :  to  write  any- 
thing worth  the  publishing,  to  find  honest  men  to  publish 
it,  and  to  get  sensible  men  to  read  it.  Literature  has  now 
become  a  game,  in  which  the  publishers  and  booksellers  are 
the  kings,  the  critics  the  knaves,  the  public  the  pack,  and 
the  poor  author  the  mere  table,  or  thing  played  upon. 

Colton,  1849. 

Three-fourths  of  the  popular  novels  of  the  day  enfee- 
ble the  intellect,  impoverish  the  imagination,  vulgarize  the 
taste  and  style,  give  false  or  distorted  views  of  life  and  hu- 
man nature,  and,  which  is  worst  of  all,  waste  that  precious 
time  which  should  be  given  to  solid  mental  improvement. 

G-reyson  Letters. 

The  sensation  novel  has  had  its  day,  and  its  day  was  but 
an  episode,  an  interruption.  Realism  has  now  wellnigh 
done  all  it  can.  Its  close  details,  its  trivia!  round  of  com- 
mon cares  and  ambitions,  its  petty  trials  and  easy  loves, 
seem  now  at  least  to  have  spent  their  attractive  power,  and 
to  urs;e  with  their  fading  breath  the  need  of  some  new  de- 
parture for  the  novelist.  Perhaps  the  one  common  want  in 
the  more  modern  novel  may  suggest  the  new  source  of  sup- 
ply. Perhaps,  in  order  to  give  a  fresh  life  to  our  fiction,  it 
will  have  to  be  dipped   once  again    in   the  old   holy  well  of 

romance. 

Justin  McCarthy. 

In  every  matter  that  relates  to  invention — to  use,  or  beau- 
ty,  or  form — we  are  borrower.--. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

Newspapers  are  the  teachers  of  disjointed  thinking. 

Dr.  Rush. 


QQ  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

In  multitudes  of  cases,  perhaps  in  the  greater  part  of 
them,  the  household  sorrow  and  the  household  wreck  may 
be  traced  to  the  working  of  a  poison  distilled  into  the  un- 
happy family  through  a  literature  which  ought  to  be  driven, 
like  offscourings,  from  every  respectable  library  and  every 
circle  of  honest  people.  The  teachings  of  a  godless  philos- 
ophy filter  in,  drop  by  drop;  they  make  the  whole  head  sick 
and  the  whole  heart  faint. 

Jlev.  Morgan  Dix,  D.D. 

Rhetoric  is  the  talent  of  decaying  states. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

Speaking  against  time  has  become  one  of  the  fine  arts. 

Charles  Sumner. 

Conversation  should  always  be  a  selection. 

Sir  William  Hamilton. 

The  habit  of  using  words  which  belong  to  a  higher  state 
of  feeling  and  experience  than  we  ourselves  have  attained 
to,  deadens  the  sense  of  truth,  and  causes  a  dismal  rent  in 
the  soul. 

Guesses  at  Truth. 

It  is  a  great  mistake  to  think  anything  too  profound  or  rich 
for  a  popular  audience.  No  train  of  thought  is  too  deep,  or 
subtle,  or  grand;  but  the  manner  of  presenting  it  to  their 
untutored  minds  should  be  peculiar.  It  should  be  presented 
in  anecdote  or  sparkling  truism,  or  telling  illustration,  or 
stinging  epithet;  always  in  some  concrete  form — never  in 
a  logical,  abstract,  syllogistic  shape. 

Rufus  Choate. 

We  should  go  through  life  as  the  traveler  goes  through 
the  Swiss  mountains;  a  hasty  word  may  bring  down  an  av- 
alanche— a  misstep  may  plunge  us  over  a  precipice. 

The  Presbyterian. 


FIRE-BRANDS.  6' 

The  truest  style  of  eloquence,  secular  or  sacred,  is  prac- 
tical reasoning,  animated  by  strong  emotion. 

Gladstone. 

The  man  who  fails  in  business  but  continues  to  live  in 
luxury  is  a  thief. 

Spectator. 

Many  a  college-student  only  succeeds  in  mastering  a  dis- 
qualifying culture. 

ITournans. 

The  theater  is  the  illumined  and  decorated  gateway  to 
ruin. 

Rev.  P.  U.  Gurley,  D.D. 

There  is  no  more  absurd  cant  than  thatthe  culture  of  the 
mind  favors  the  culture  of  the  heart.  What  do  operas  and 
theaters  for  the  moral  elevation  of  society?  Does  a  senti- 
mental novel  prompt  to  duty?  Education  seldom  keeps 
people  from  folly  when  the  will  is  not  influenced  by  virtue. 

John  Lord. 

The  theater  is  neither  moral  nor  immoral,  but  a  passive 
thing  which  may  be  used  to  express  moral  or  immoral  ideas. 
There  is  no  more  harm  in  a  dramatic  composition,  as  such, 
than  in  a  picture  or  statue.  Whether  there  is  any  harm  in 
it  will  depend  on  the  drama  itself,  just  as  there  are  pure 
and  obscene  paintings.  I  am  firmly  convinced  that  the 
Church  and  theater  should  be  allies,  and  that  the  Church  is 
not  guiltless  of  the  divorce.  God  intended  them  to  work 
together,  and  it  was  not  without  purpose  that  Shakespeare 
and  the  Reformation  were  born  about  the  same  time.  But 
the  methods  are  diverse,  although  the  Church  often  uses 
theatrical  methods  which  do  not  belong  there  any  more  than 
a  sermon  is  in  place  in  a  theater.  Incidentally  the  theater 
should  teach  morality,  but  its  method  is  artistic,  while  the 
Church's  method  should  be  simple. 

Jtev.  E.  C.  Sweetzer. 


63  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Theological  seminaries  are  in  danger  of  turning  out 
preachers  as  foundries  turn  out  stoves — all  of  the  same  cast 
and  pattern. 

Rev.  Alexander  Clarke. 

The  practical  way  for  Christians  to  reform  the  theater  is 
to  make  it  to  the  interest  of  the  managers  to  present  moral 
attractions.  If  they  patronize  refined  plays  and  good  actors, 
and  withhold  support  from  poor  plays  and  indifferent  actors, 
they  will  appeal  so  powerfully  to  the  pocket  nerve  of  the 
managers  that  they  will  strike  their  colors  at  once.  So 
long,  however,  as  they  remain  away  from  the  theater  alto- 
gether their  influence  one  wav  or  the  other  will  be  simply 
nothing,  and  the  ungodly  will  still  continue  to  direct 
amusements.  And  the  worst  of  it  is  that  the  latter  have 
somehow  won  a  reputation  of  knowing  a  good  drama  from  a 

bad  one. 

J3o  Uimore  A  m  e  ricati. 

He  that  lacks  time  to  mourn,  lacks  time  to  mend; 

Eternity  mourns  that.     'Tis  an  ill  cure 

For  life's  worst  ills,  to  have  no  time  to  feel  them. 

Henri/  Taylor. 

TnE  opera  is  an  experiment,  bold  even  to  the  veri^e  of 
absurdity.  It  is  a  musical  drama.  Inheritor  of  every  ma- 
terial objection  which  lies  against  the  drama,  it  further 
taxes  common  sense  to  witness  a  whole  career,  or,  at  ieast, 
an  appreciable  friction  of  a  career,  of  man  executed  in  mu- 
sic. To  think  of  buying  and  selling  and  journevinir,  of 
toiling  and  scolding  and  complaining,  with  love  and  hate, 
conspiracy  and  crime  and  shame,  all  addressed  in  panto- 
mime of  sound  to  the  car  !  It  changes  our  whole  estimate 
of  the  celestial  art  of  music.  It  transforms  St.  Cecilia  to 
the  veriest  Cinderella.  Mu-ic  is  a  fine  art,  but  music  at  the 
opera  is  music  overloaded,  out  of  place,  degraded  beyond 
recognition. 

Rev.  Jonathan  Edwards,  JJ.D. 


FIRE-BRANDS.  09 

When  I  think  of  the  influence  of  the  stage,  I  make  a  dis- 
tinction between  the  grand  portraitures  of  life — the  crea- 
tions of  genius,  there  exhibited  by  the  masters  of  the  drama 
— and  the  diluted,  questionable  plays  tha1:  have  now  become 
so  popular. 

Rev.  B.  31.   Palmer.,  D.D. 

We  Americans  make  a  God  of  our  common-school  sys- 
tem. It  is  treason  to  speak  a  word  against  it.  A  man  is 
regarded  as  a  foe  to  education  who  expresses  any  doubt  of 
the  value  of  it.  But  we  may  as  well  open  our  eyes  to  the 
fact  that  in  preparing  men  for  the  work  of  life,  especially 
for  that  work  depending  on  manual  skill,  it  is  a  hindrance 
and  a  failure.     It  is  mere  smatter,  veneering  and  cram. 

Scribntr^x  Monthly. 

We  forgive  men  and  women  of  great  intellectuality  a 
thousand  times  easier  than  ordinary  people,  yet  the  opposite 
should  be  practiced.  We  should  hold  to  the  highest  ac- 
count those  who  know  the  most  instead  of  those  who  know 
the  least. 

R.  G.  Ingersoll. 

There  are  men  whose  independence  of  principle  consists 
in  having  no  principle  on  which  to  depend,  whose  free  think- 
ing consists  not  in  thinking  freely,  but  in  being  free  from 
thinking,  and  whose  common  sense  is  nothing  more  than 
the  sense  that  is  most  common. 

31.  W.  Jacobus. 

I  cannot  endure  the  thought  that  Christ's  children 
should  be  less  free,  less  joyful,  less  elastic,  and  less  versa- 
tile, than  anybody  else.  I  want  a  Christian  to  be  one  that 
at  heart  is  truly  upright;  but,  more  than  this,  I  want  that 
he  should  be  one  that  shall  go  on  with  more  amplitude  of 
life,  with  more  cheerfulness,  with  more  happiness-producing 
power,  than  anybody  else  in  the  community. 

Beecher. 


70  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Great  God!     I'd  rather  be 
A  pagan,  suckled  in  a  creed  outworn; 
So  might  I,  standing  on   this  pleasant   lea, 
Have  glimpses  that  would  make  me  less  forlorn. 

Wordstcorth. 

W  ho  -w>rves  from  innocence,  who  makes  divorce 
Of  that  serene  companion,  a  good  name, 

Recovers  not  his  loss;  but  walks  with  shame, 
With  doubt,  with  fear,  and  haply  with  remorse. 

Wordsicorth. 

Weeping  vaults  are  the  longest  weepers  for  our  funeral. 

Jeremy  Taylor. 

Superstition  is  the  vengeance  of  Providence  on  skep- 
ticism. 

Hitchcock. 

But  thoughtless  follies  laid  him  low 
And  stained  his  name. 

Burns. 

I  dare  not  drink  for  my  own  sake; 

I  ought  not  to  drink  for  my  neighbor's  sake. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler. 

Intemperance  wipes  out  God's  imaa-e,  and  stamps  it 
with  the  counterfeit  die  of  the  devil;  intemperance  smites 
a  healthy  body  with  disease  from  head  to  heel,  and  makes 
it  more  loathsome  than  the  leprosy  of  Xaaman  or  the  sores 
of  Lazarus;  intemperance  dethrones  man's  reason,  and  hides 
her  bright  beams  in  the  mystic  clouds  that  roll  round  the 
shattered  temple  of  the  human  soul,  curtained  by  midnight. 

John  JB.  Gough. 

I  can  abstain,  but  I  cannot  be  moderate. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 


FIBS-BRANDS.  71 

Let  us  not  despair  of  saving  men  addicted  to  strong 
drink.  Drink  is  strong,  but  the  Son  of  God  is  stronger  than 
strong  drink. 

Moody. 

0  God,  that  men  should  put  an  enemy  in  their  mouths  to 
steal  away  their  brains!  That  we  should,  with  joy,  revel, 
pleasure  and  applause,  transform  ourselves  into  beasts!  To 
be  now  a  sensible  man,  by-and-by  a  fool,  and  presently  a 
beast !  O  strange  !  Every  inordinate  cup  is  unbless'd,  and 
the  ingredient  is  a  devil. 

Shakespeare. 

Men  try  to  drown  the  floating  dead  of  their  own  souls  in 
the  wine-cup,  but  the  corpses  will  arise.  We  see  their  faces 
in  the  bubbles.  The  intoxication  of  drink  sets  the  world 
whirling  again,  and  the  pulses  playing  music,  and  the 
thoughts  galloping,  but  the  fast  clock  runs  down  sooner,  and 
the  unnatural  stimulation  only  leaves  the  house  it  fills  with 
the  wildest  revelry  more  silent,  more  sad,  more  deserted, 
more  dead.  There  is  only  one  stimulant  that  never  fails, 
and  yet  never  intoxicates — Duty.  Duty  puts  a  blue  sky 
over  every  man — up  in  his  heart,  maybe — into  which  the 
skylark,  happiness,  always  goes  singing. 

George  D.  Prentice. 

It  is  easy  to  make  water  run  down  hill,  hard  to  make  it 
run  up  hill.  It  requires  a  permanent,  persistent  force  to  do 
this,  and  so  it  is  with  the  cause  of  temperance.  There  is  no 
permanent,  persistent  agency  to  overthrow  the  evil  of  in- 
temperance but  the  Church  of  Christ.  All  other  agencies 
are  inefficient  because  they  are  ephemeral. 

liev.  James  W.  Dale,  D.D. 

Many  a  physician  can  only  pour  drugs  of  which  lie  knows 
little,  into  bodies  of  which  he  knows  less. 

Voltaire. 


72  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

There  are  several  sovereignties  in  this  country.  First, 
the  sovereignty  of  the  American  people  ;  then  the  sover- 
eignty nearest  to  us  all — the  sovereignty  of  the  family — the 
absolute  right  of  each  family  to  control  its  affairs  in  accord- 
ance with  the  conscience  and  convictions  of  duty  of  the 
heads  of  the  family.  I  have  no  doubt  the  American  people 
will  always  tenderly  regard  their  household  sovereignty, 
and  however  households  may  differ  in  their  views  and  con- 
victions (as  to  meat  and  drink),  I  believe  that  those  differ- 
ences will  be  respected.  Each  household,  by  following  its 
own  convictions  and  holding  itself  responsible  to  God,  will, 
1  think,  be  respected  by  the  American  people. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

Medicine  is  a  collection  of  uncertain  prescriptions,  the  re- 
sults of  which,  taken  collectively,  are  more  fatal  than  useful 
to  mankind.     Water,  air,  cleanliness  are  the    chief   articles 

in  my  pharmacopeia. 

Napoleon. 

Water  !  look  at  it,  ye  thirsty  ones  !  See  its  purity  ! 
How  it  glitters,  as  if  a  mass  of  liquid  gems  !  The  Eternal 
Father  of  all  has  brewed  it  for  his  children.  Not  in  the 
simmering  still,  with  smoking  fires,  and  choked  with  poi- 
sonous gases,  does  he  prepare  it  ;  but  down,  down  in  the 
deepest  valleys,  where  the  fountains  murmur  ;  and  in  the 
grassy  dell,  where  the  red  deer  wanders  ;  or  high  on  the 
mountain  tops,  where  the  storm-clouds  brood,  and  thunder- 
storms crash  ;  and  far  out  on  the  wide  sea,  where  the  hurri- 
cane howls  music,  and  mighty  waves  swell  the  chorus — He 
brews  this  precious  beverage  of  life — pure  cold  water.  Ev- 
erywhere it  is  a  thing  of  beauty,  gieaming  in  the  dew-drop, 
sparkling  in  the  ice-gem,  sporting  in  the  cataract,  spreading 
a  golden  vail  over  the  setting-sun,  or  a  white  gauze  around 
the  midnight  moon  ;  dancing  in  the  hail-shower,  ringing  in 
the  summer  rain,  and  weaving  that  seraph-zone  of  the  sky, 
whose  warp  is  the  rain-drop  and  woof  the  sunbeam. 


FIRE-BKAIS'DS.  7o 

The  study  of  rational  medicine  is  as  far  removed  fiom  the 
ancient  allopathy,  with  its  blood-letting  and  purgation,  as 
from   the  recent  delusions  of  homoeopathy,  with  its   ridicu- 
lous infinitesimal  doses  and  similia-similibus  medication. 
Declaration  of  the  Medical  School  of  Naples. 

I  was  ill  of  an  epidemic  vile  fever  which  killed  hundreds 
about  me.  The  physicians  here  are  the  arrantest  charlatans 
in  Europe,  or  the  most  ignorant  of  ali  pretending  fools.  I 
withdrew  what  was  left  of  me  out  of  their  hands  and  rec- 
ommended myself  entirely  to  Dame  Nature.  She — gentle 
goddess — has  saved  me  in  fifty  different  pinching  bouts,  and 
I  begin  to  have  a  kind  of  enthusiasm  now  in  her  favor,  and 
in  my  own,  that  one  or  two  more  escapes  will  make  me  be- 
lieve I  shall  leave  you  all  at  last  by  translation,  and  not  by 
death. 

Sterne. 

It  is  better  to  have  recourse  to  a  quack,  if  he  can  cure 
our  disorder,  although  he  cannot  explain  it,  than  to  a 
physician,  if  he  can  explain  our  disease,  but  cannot  cure  it. 

Colton. 

It  is  one  thing  to  wish  to  have  truth  on  our  side,  and  an- 
other thins:  to  wish  to  be  on  the  side  of  truth. 


Every  error  is  a  truth  abused. 


Whately. 


Bossuet. 


First,  last,  midst,  and    without    end,  honor  every    truth 

with  use. 

Emerson. 

All  truth  undone  becomes  unreal. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

A  wise  physician,  skilled  our  wounds  to  heal, 
Is  more  than  armies  to  the  public  weal. 


74  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

All  errors  spring1  up  in  the  neighborhood  of  some  truth; 
they  grow  round  about  it,  and  for  the  most  part  derive  their 
strength  from  such  contiguity. 

liev.  T.  Binney. 

There  is  a  brotherhood  of  error  as  close  as  the  brother- 
hood of  truth. 

Argyle. 

Truth,  as  humanity  knows  it,  is  not  what  the  schoolmen 
call  it,  one  and  indivisible;  it  is  like  light,  and  splits  not 
only  into  elementary  colors,  but  into  innumerable  tints. 
Truth  with  Raphael  is  not  the  same  as  truth  with  Titian  ; 
truth  with  Shakespeare  is  not  the  same  as  truth  with  Milton; 
truth  with  St.  Xavier  is  not  the  same  as  truth  with  Luther  ; 
truth  with  Pitt  is  not  the  same  as  truth  with  Fox.  Each 
man  takes  from  life  his  favorite  truth,  as  each  man  takes 
from  light  his  favorite  color. 

Buhcer. 

Truths  of  all  others  the  most  awful  and  interesting  are 
too  often  consMered  as  so  true  that  they  lose  all  the  power 
of  truth,  and  lie  bedridden  in  the  dormitory  of  the  soul 
side  by  side  with  the   most  despised   and   exploded   errors. 

Coleridge. 

The  true  and  proper  stimulant  for  the  intellect  is  truth. 
There  is  no  sin  in  being  excited  by  truth.  There  is  no 
mental  injury  in  such  excitement.  Hence,  buy  the  truth 
and  sell  it  not. 

Shedd. 

Truth  is  not  conquered  :  it  is  read.  It  comes  to  earnest, 
humble  seekers. 

Prof.  March. 

Truth  is  only  got  at  by  assaulting  and  hiving  low  the 
surroundings  that  throw  it  out  of  proportion  and  hide  it 
from  view. 

Bishop  Butler. 


FIRE-BRANDS.  76 

Truth  is  the  apostle  before  whom  every  cowardly  Felix 
trembles. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

There  are  some  faults  slight  in  the  sight  of  love,  some 
errors  slight  in  the  estimate  of  wisdom:  but  truth  forgives 
no  insult,  and  endures  no  stain. 

Ruskin. 

What  a  man  sees  only  in  his  best  moments  as  truth,  is 
truth  in  all  moments. 

Joseph  Cook. 

If  the  world  goes  against  the  truth,  then  Athanasius  goes 
against  the  world. 

Athanasius. 

He  is  the  freeman  whom  the  truth  makes  free. 
And  all  are  slaves  beside. 

Couper. 

Truth  hath  a  quiet  breast. 

Shakespeare. 

Truth  is  by  its  very  nature  intolerant,  exclusive  ;  for 
every  truth  is  the  denial  of  its  opposing  error. 

Tjuthardt. 

Truth  is  the  gravitation  principle  of  the  universe  by 
which  it  is  supported,  and  in  which  it  coheres. 

William  Jf.  Evarts. 

Truth,  and  a  soul    that  is  ready  for  truth,  meet  like  the 

fuel  and  the  flame. 

Phillips  Brooks. 

Prose  is  truth  looking  on  the  ground,  eloquence  is  truth 
looking  up  to  heaven,  poetry  is  truth  flying  upward  toward 
God. 

Beecher. 


76  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

That  man  has  lived  to  little  purpose  who  has  not  learned 
that  what  the  great  world  pities,  and  its  teachers  disallow, 
even  though  mixed  with  tokens  of  weakness,  is  many  times 
deepest  in  truth  and  closest  to  the  real  sublimities   of  life 

and  religion. 

Horace  Bushnell. 

The  greatest  homage  we  can  pay  to  truth  is  to  use  it. 

Emerson. 

Had  the  great  truths  waited  until  the  majority  voted  in 
their  favor,  they  would  never  have  been  heard  of  in  the 
world.  Had  they  not  found  the  place  from  which  they  are 
proclaimed  at  all  times  as  sufficiently  grand,  they  would  be 
silent  to  this  hour.  Unadorned  and  out  of  the  way  were 
the  seats  whence  they  were  uttered,  and  yet  they  come 
like  zephyrs,  and  though  slight  their  rustlings,  they  up- 
rooted oaks  and  threw  down  palaces. 

Paul  Cassel. 

If  I  held  truth  captive  in  my  hand,  I  should  open  my 

hand  and  let  it  fiy,  in  order  that  I  might  again  pursue   and 

capture  it. 

MalebrancJie. 

Did  the  Almighty,  holding  in  his  right  hand  truth,  and 
in  his  left  search  after  truth,  deign  to  tender  me  the  one  I 
might  prefer — in  all  humility,  but  without  hesitation,  I 
should  request  search  after  truth. 

Letting. 

The  only  thing  I  have  any  satisfaction  in,  as  respects  my- 
self, is  the  consciousness  I  have  that  I  loved  the  truth,  and, 
above  all  things,  have  desired  to  know  it. 

Horace  Bushnell. 

Beholding  the   bright  countenance  of  truth  in  the  quiet 

and  still  air  of  delightful  studio*. 

Milton. 


FIRE-BRA.XDS.  V  / 

When  a  man    has  no  design  but  to  speak  plain  truth,  he 
isn't  apt  to  be  talkative. 

George  D.  Prentice. 

To  restore  a  commonplace  truth  to    its    first   uncommon 
lustre,  you  need  only  translate  it  into  action. 

Coleridge. 

Wheke   truth  and  right  are  concerned,  we  must  be  firm 
as  God. 

Guthrie. 

The  truer  we   become  the  more   unerringly  we   know  the 
ring  oi  truth. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

He  who  makes   truth  disagreeable,  commits  high  treason 
against  virtue. 

Miss  Eclgeicorth. 

Old  truths  are   always  new   to   us,  if  they  come  with  the 
smell  of  heaven  upon  them. 

John  Bunyan. 

Ox  a  far  shore  my  land  swam  far  from  my  sight, 

But  i  could  see  familiar  native  stars; 

My  home  was  shut  from  me  by  ocean  bars, 
Yet  home  hung  there  above  me  in  the  night; 
Unchanged  fell  down  on  me  Orion's  light; 

As  always,  Venus  rose,  and  fiery  Mars; 

My  own  the  Pleiades  yet,  and  without  jars, 
In  wonted  tones,  sang  all  the  heavenly  height, 
So  when  in  death  from  underneath  my  feet 

Rolls  the  round  world,  I  then  shall  see  the  sky 

Of  GocVs  truth  burning  yet  familiarly; 
My  native  constellations  I  shall  greet; 

I  lose  the  outer,  not  the  inner  eye, 

The  landscape,  not  the  soul's  stars,  when  I  die. 


78  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Truth  fears  nothing  but  concealment. 


Guizot. 


There  is  nothing  so  strong  or  safe,  in  any  emergency  of 
life,  as  the  simple  truth. 

Dickens. 

Truth  crushed  to  earth  shall  rise  again; 

The  eternal  years  of  God  are  hers; 
But  Error,  wounded,  writhes  in  pain, 

And  dies  amid  his  worshipers. 

Bryant. 

Falsehood  may  have  its  hour,  but  it  has  no  future. 

Pressense'. 

The  universality  and  the  unity  of  law  make  our  earth, 
although  but  an  atom,  immensity  itself  in  its  revelations  of 
truth. 

Dana. 

Your  attempt  to  base  a  great,  enduring  party  on  the 
hate  and  wrath  necessarily  engendered  by  a  great  civil  war, 
is  as  though  you  should  plant  a  colony  on  an  iceberg,  which 
has  somehow  drifted  into  a  tropical  sea. 

Horace  Greeley. 

The  bayonet  is  not  the  fittest  instrument  by  which  to  col- 
lect the  votes  of  freemen. 

Gen.  TV.  S.  Hancock. 

One  man  with  God  on  his  side  is  a  majority  against  the 
world. 

Frederick  Douglass. 

Remember  !  we  are  one  country  now.  Dismiss  from 
your  minds  all  sectional  feeling,  and  bring  up  your  children 
to  be,  above  all,  Americans. 

Gen.  E.  E.  Lee. 


FIRE-BRANDS.  79 

Better  be  in  shame  now  than  at  the  day  of  judgment. 

Mohammed. 

I  would  rather  be  right  than   be  President. 

Henry  Clay. 

To  guard  the  health  of  the  people  is  the  first  duty  of  the 
statesman. 

D^Israeli. 

We  are  never  without  a  pilot.  When  we  know  not  how 
to  steer,  and  cannot  hoist  a  sail,  we  can  drift.  The  current 
knows  the  way,  though  we  do  not. 

Emerson. 

It  is  a  sad  thing  when  a  man  has  either  a  reputation  be- 
yond his  merit,  or  an  ambition  beyond  his  ability. 

Rev.  S.  J.  Beatty. 

The  honorable  gentleman  is  indebted  to  his  memory  for 
his  wit,  and  to  his  imagination   for  his  facts. 

Bur  Ice. 

Dispatch  is  better  than  discourse;  and  the  shortest  ans- 
wer of  all  is — doing. 

Smiles. 

How  bitter  a  thing  it  is  to  look  into  happiness  through 
another  man's  eyes  ! 

Shakespeare. 

Each,  after  all,  learns  only  what  he  can; 
Who  grasps  the  moment  as  it  flies, 
He  is  the  real  man. 

Goethe. 

The  circumstances  of  the  world  are  now  so  variable  that 
an  irrevocable  resolution  is  aimost  synonymous  with  a 
foolish  one. 

William  H.  Seward. 


80  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  bed  watered  with  tears  for  the  sins  of  the  land,  is  rare 
to  be  found  among  us. 

Rutherford. 

The  true  pilot  is  the  man  who  navigates  the  bed  of  the 
ocean  even  more  than  its  surface. 

Victor  Hugo. 

Do  not  talk  about  it !  One  feels  the  best  things  without 
speaking  of  them. 

Auerbach. 

Surmises  are  not  facts.     Suspicions  which  may  be  unjust 

need  not  be  stated. 

Abraham  Lincoln. 

A  healthy  intellect  which  goes  in  search  of  its  own  in- 
tellectual food,  must  be  the  basis  of  all  spontaneous 
education. 

Tulloch. 

I  could  never  pour  out  mv  inmost  soul  without  reserve  to 
anv  human  being,  without  danger  of  one  day  repenting   my 

confidence. 

JBurns. 

'Tis  greatly  wise  to  talk  with  our  past  hours,  and  ask 
them  what  report  they  bore  to  heaven. 

Young. 

Real  friendship  is  of  slow  growth.  It  seldom  arises  at 
first  sight.  Nothing  but  our  vanity  will  make  us  think  so. 
It  never  thrives  unless  engrafted   upon    a  stock    of  known 

d  reciprocal  merit. 

Chesterfield. 

ot  what  we  think  or  say,  but  what  we  do,  will  have    its 
ect  upon  the  world.      Let,  therefore,  the   thinker  do  and 
doer  think. 

Rob  Roy  McJSfulty. 


FIEE-BRANDS.  81 

The  proper  motives  to  religion  are  the  proper  proofs  of  it. 

Bishop  Butler. 

Our  duties  to  others  ought  to  be  continually  looked  at 
from  their  standpoint. 

Essays  on  Social  Subjects. 

The  world  does  not  require  so  much  to  be  informed  as  to 
be  reminded. 

Hannah  More. 

Had  I  read  as  much  as  others,  I  might  have  been  as 
ignorant. 

Hobbes. 

The  great  thinker  is  seldom  a  disputant.  He  answers 
other  men's  arguments  by  stating  the  truth  as  he  sees  it. 

Prof.  March. 

The  sad  consequence  of  defection  in  principle  is  corrup- 
tion in  practice. 

Dickens, 

Corrupt  legislators  are  the  offspring  and  index  of  a  cor- 
rupt public  opinion. 

G.  W.  Curtis. 

It  is  a  bad  thing  for  a  man,  in  looking  at  himself,  at  his 
neighbors  and  at  communities,  to  look  at  the  side  of  fault, 
and  failing,  and  meanness,  and  imperfection,  and  wicked- 
ness, and  rottennesss.  These  things  will  force  themselves 
upon  his  notice  full  enough— more  than  enough  for  his  good. 

Beecher. 

The  saddest  thing  that  can  befall  a  soul 

Is  when  it  loses  faith  in  God  and  woman. 

Lost  I  those  gems, 

Though  the  world's  throne  stood  empty  in  my  path, 

I  would  go  wandering  back  into  my  childhood, 

Searching  for  them  with  tears. 

Alexander  Smith. 
6 


82  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

IX. 
SIGNAL  LIGHTS. 

The  Scythians  of  old  used  to  strike  the  cords  of  their 
bows  at  feasts,  to  remind  themselves  of  danger. 

Bancroft. 

Let  us  beware  of  losing-  our  enthusiasms.  Let  us  ever 
glory  in  something,  and  strive  to  retain  our  admiration 
for  all  that  would  ennoble,  and  our  interest  in  all  that  would 
enrich  and  beautify  our  life. 

Phillips  Brooks. 

If  you  want  to  be  miserable,  think  about  yourself,  about 
what  you  want,  what  you  like,  what  respect  people  ought  to 
pay  you,  and  what  people  think  of  you. 

Charles  Kingsley. 

You  go  forth  into  the  world  at  a  time  when  the  rushing 
current  of  modern  life  threatens  to  take  every  man  from  his 
feet,  whose  feet  do  not  stand  upon  duty,  and  whose  hands 
are  not  stretched  forth  toward  God. 

Noah  Porter. 

Young  men  !  let  the  nobleness  of  your  mind  impel  you 
to  its  improvement.  You  are  too  strong  to  be  defeated, 
save  by  yourselves.  Refuse  to  live  merely  to  eat  and  sleep. 
Brutes  can  do  these,  but  you  are  men.  Act  the  part  of 
men.  Resolve  to  rise;  you  have  but  to  resolve;  nothing  can 
hinder  your  success  if  you  determine  to  succeed.  Do  not 
waste  your  time  by  wishing  and  dreaming;  but  go  earnestly 
to  work.  Let  not  a  craven  heart  or  a  love  of  ease  rob  you 
of  the  inestimable  benefit  of  self-culture,  and  you  shall  reap 
a  harvest  more  valuable  than  gold  or  jewels. 

Rev.  W.  D.  Howard,  D.D. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  83 

That  subtle  nothingness  that  ekes  through  the  jeweled 
fingers  of  a  bishop  ! 

Rev.  S.  J.  Nicholls,  D.D. 

There  is  an  apostolical  succession.  It  is  not  the  power 
conveyed  by  physical  contact ;  it  is  not  a  line  of  priests. 
It  is  a  succession  of  prophets,  a  broken,  scattered  one,  but 
a  real  one.  John  was  the  successor  of  Elias'  spirit.  In  the 
spiritual  birth,  Luther  was  the  offspring  of  the  mind  of 
Paul.  Mind  acts  on  mind,  whether  by  ideas,  or  character; 
herein  is  the  spiritual  succession. 

Rev.  Henry  A.  Boardman,  D.D. 

It  would  be  as  difficult  to  take  an  inventory  of  the  bene- 
fits the  world  receives  from  the  sunshine,  as  to  enumerate 
the  blessings  we  derive  from  the  Christian  Sabbath. 

Rev.  Hervey  D.  Ganse,  D.D. 

Intellectually  the  difficulties  of  unbelief  are  as  great 
as  those  of  belief,  while  morally  the  argument  is  wholly  on 
the  side  of  belief. 

Dr.  Arnold. 

If  there  were  no  other  argument  for  a  future  life,  sin 
would  furnish  one  never  to  be  refuted,  for  it  tells  of  a  cause 
standing  over  between  the  Judge  and  ourselves,  for  the 
hearing  and   decision  of  which  a  time  must  certainly  come. 

Isaac  Taylor. 

I  think  a  great  many  professors  of  religion  are  just  like 
backgammon  boards.  They  look  like  stately  books,  and  on 
the  back  of  them  is  inscribed  in  large  letters,  "  History  of 
England,"  or  "  History  of  the  Crusades  "  ;  but  when  you 
open  them  you  find  nothing  but  emptiness,  with  the  excep- 
tion of  the  dice  and  counters.  And  many  men  bear  the 
name  "  Christian,"  who  are  inside  all  emptiness  and  rattling 

nothing. 

Bethune. 


.x  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Epicureanism  is  human  nature  drunk;  cynicism  is  human 
nature  mad;  and  stoicism  is  human  nature  in  despair. 

Prof.  S.  J.  Wilson. 

The  philosopher  who  recognizes  a  God  has  with  him  a 
crowd  of  probabilities  equivalent  to  a  certainty,  while  the 
atheist  has  nothing  but  doubts. 

Voltaire. 

There  is  no  misery  like  that  of  a  divided  heart,  and  a 
spotted  Christian  robe. 

Prof.  A.  A.  Hodge. 

Epicubeanism — the  sparkling    Sadduceeism    of  Greece. 

Princeton  Review. 

Jesus  Christ  pours  out  a  doctrine  beautiful  as  the  light, 
sublime  as  heaven,  and  true  as  God. 

Theo.  Parker. 

Nature — the  Gentile's  Bible. 

Goulburn. 

Evex  should  our  feet  for  a  moment  stumble,  it  does  not 
follow  that  we  were  not  treading  the  highway  of  holiness. 

P.  Pearsall  Smith. 

It  is  a  fine  thing  to  ripen  without  shriveling  ;  to  reach 
the  calmness  of  age,  yet  keep  the  warm  heart  and  ready 
sympathy  of  youth. 

Rev.  A.  K.  H.  Boyd. 

He  that  will  believe  only  what  he  can  fully  comprehend, 
must  have  either  a  very  long   head,  or  a  very  short  creed. 

Colton. 

"  Did  I  not  believe,"  said  a  great  man  to  me  once,  "that 
an  Intelligence  is  at  the  heart  of  things,  my  life  on  earth 
would  be  intolerable." 

Tyndall. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  85 

There  are  few  signs  in  a  soul's  state  more  alarming  than 
that  of  religious  indifference  ;  that  is,  the  spirit  of  thinking 
all  religions  equally  true,  the  real  meaning  of  which  is,  that 
all  religions  are  equally  false. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

The  dark  possibility  of  being  a  castaway  at  last,  must 
have  a  subjective  validity  and  power  in  the  consciousness 
even  of  the  regenerate  man,  who  experiences  the  hidden 
power  of  sin  in  the  prevailing  conflict  of  life,  stern  and 
unceasing,  and  who,  under  the  sense  of  his  own  weakness, 
cannot  but  tremble  for  and  mistrust  himself. 

Bishop  Martensen. 

Men  can  get  along  without  science,  but  they  cannot  get 
along  without  religion. 

Rev.  Dr.  Hitchcock. 

Reason  cannot  show  itself  more  reasonable  than  to  cease 
reasoning  on  things  above  reason. 

Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

Many  of  our  traditional  constructions  of  Scripture  are 
Japhetic  interpretations  of  Semitic  texts. 

Rev.  Dr.  Whedon. 

The  world  has  turned  the  joyous  Christmastide  into  a 
mere  giddy  transition  from  the  Old  Year  to  the  New. 

Rev.  Walter  Q.  Scott. 

Say  what  men  may,  it  is  doctrine  that  moves  the  world. 
He  who  takes  no  position  will  not  sway  the  human  intellect. 

Shedd. 

Heathenism  was  the  seeking  religion;  Judaism  the 
hoping  religion;  Christianity  is  the  reality  of  what  Heathen- 
ism sought,  and  Judaism  hoped  for. 

Luthardt. 


8Q  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What  we  see  exclusively  we  are  apt  to  see  with  some 
mistake  of  proportions. 

George  Eliot. 

All  men  are  frail,  but  thou  shouldst  reckon  none  so  frail 
as  thyself. 

Thomas  a  Keinpis. 

The  hardest  thing  in  the  world,  sir,  is  to  get  possession 
of  a  fact. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 

The  most  manifest  sign  of  wisdom  is  continued  cheer- 
fulness. 

Montaigne. 

Let  us  go  down  with  bare  arms  into  the  lowest  recesses 
of  our  souls,  and  there  wrestle  with  sin  and  despair. 

Athanase  Coquerel. 

Without  the  Bible  man  would  be  in  the  midst  of  a  sandy 

desert,  surrounded  on  all  sides   by  a  dark  and  impenetrable 

horizon. 

Daniel  Webster. 

The  New  Testament  is  only  the  beginning  of  books,  not 
a  finished  and  sealed  document,  according  to  popular  no- 
tions of  finality,  but  the  beginning  of  a  literature  punctuat- 
ed and  paragraphed  by  tears  and  laughter,  by  battle  and 
pestilence,  and  all  the  changes  of  a  tumultuous  yet  pro- 
gressive civilization. 

Joseph  Parker. 

Religion  is  often  the  most  beautiful  and  sustaining  in 
the  humble,  obscure  walks  of  life,  where,  serving  the  Mas- 
ter with  a  quiet  and  contented  mind,  very  many  put  more 
honor  on  the  Gospel  than  do  those  whose  names  are  her- 
alded to  the  world. 

Bishop  Jaggar. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  87 

You  may  believe  the  Gospel  by  simply  reading  it,  but 
vou  will  never  receive  it  in  its  fulness  until  it  is  told  you 
by  some  one  who  has  experienced  it. 

J.  B.  Bitlinger,  D.I). 

Religion  is  the  human  mind  standing  in  reverence  and 
inspiration  before  the  infinite  energy  of  the  universe,  asking 
to  be  lifted  into  it — opening  itself  to  inspiration. 

Luthardt. 

In  these  days  we  not  only  need  to  emphasize  sound  doc- 
trine, but  sound  practice;  for  piety  is  a  Bible-creed  crystal- 
lized into  Bible-conduct. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler. 

All  things,  the  pressure  of  reason,  the  disappointment 
of  society  over  the  results  of  a  complex  faith,  the  demand 
for  noble  men  and  women,  the  natural  tendency  of  intellect 
toward  simplicity,  require  that  he  who  "  gets  religion  "  in 
these  years,  should  secure  one  that  shall  stand  close  by  the 
simplicity  and  broadness  and  Tightness  of  the  central 
Christ. 

David  Sic  lag. 

With  the  results  of  Christianity  before  him  and  in  him, 
the  Christian  may  confidently  say  to  all  his  enemies  : 
"  If  a  lie  can  do  all  this,  then  a  lie  is  better  than  all  your 
truth,  for  your  truth  does  not  pretend  to  do  it;  and  if  our  lie 
is  better  in  every  possible  legitimate  result  than  your  truth, 
then  your  truth  is  proved  to  be  a  lie,  and  our  lie  is  the 
truth."  Of  all  short  methods  with  infidelity,  this  is  the 
shortest. 

Holland. 

The  gospel  teaches  a  communism  which  is  unselfish  ;  it 
says,  "All  mine  is  thine."  But  the  world's  communism  is 
the  very  opposite.  It  says — "Stand  and  deliver — All  thine 
is  mine,"  and  the  difference  is  infinite. 

Doolittle. 


88  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

That  Jesus,  surrounded  as  he  was,  could  have  promul- 
gated a  system  of  morals  embodying  all  that  is  most  valu- 
able in  the  prior  life  of  the  world,  and  to  which  nineteen 
centuries  of  civilization  have  not  been  able  to  add  a  thought 
or  impart  an  ornament,  is  a  fact  not  to  be  explained  by  any 
ridicule. 

Senator  M.  H.  Carpenter. 

The  real  security  of  Christianity  is  to  be  found  in  its 
benevolent  morality,  in  its  exquisite  adaptation  to  the  hu- 
man heart,  in  the  facility  with  which  its  scheme  accommo- 
dates itself  to  the  capacity  of  every  human  intellect,  in  the 
consolation  which  it  bears  to  the  house  of  mourning,  and  in 
the  light  with  which  it  brightens  the  great  mystery  of  the 
grave. 

Macaulay. 

Though  scoffers  ask,  where  is  your  gain  ? 

And  mocking  say  your  work  is  vain, 
Such  scoffers  die,  and  are  forgot — 

Work  done  for  God,  it  dieth  not. 

Press  on  !  press  on  !  nor  doubt,  nor  fear  ; 

From  age  to  age  this  voice  shall  cheer, 
Whato'er  may  die,  and  be  forgot — 

Work  done  for  God,  it  dieth  not. 

Thomas  Knox. 


X. 
SIGNAL  LIGHTS. 

CONTINUED. 

Hell  is  as  ubiquitous  as  condemning  conscience. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  89 

Eternal  punishment  is  not  simply  a  voluntary  infliction; 
it  is  the  consolidation  and  perpetuation  of  evil  character, 
projecting  itself  into  the  eternal  world,  and  reaping  its  own 
sell-prepared  results  and  consequences. 

R.  S.  Starrs,  D.D. 

If  an  infinitely  loving  God  permits  untold  suffering  in 
this  world,  is  there  anything  inconceivable  in  His  permit- 
ting it  in  the  world  to  come  ? 

Rev.  P.  Lane. 

The  highest  punishment  is  not  hell  ;  it  is  not  the  place 
of  condemnation,  where  other  guilty  ones  suffer  with  us. 
No — to  be  self-condemned  and  to  stand  by  some  pure, 
happy  one,  feeling  perfect  innocence — that  is  the  hell  of 
hells." 

Auerbach. 

I  have  never  known  the  winter's  blast, 
Or  the  quick  lightning,  or  the  pestilence, 
Make  nice  distinctions  when  let  slip 
From  God's  right  hand. 

Holland. 

Hell  is  the  infinite  terror  of  the  soul,  whatever  that  may 
be.  It  is  the  hell  of  having  done  wrong — the  hell  of  hav- 
ing had  a  spirit  from  God,  pure,  with  high  aspirations,  and 
to  be  conscious  of  having  dulled  its  delicacy  and  degraded 
its  desires — the  hell  of  having  quenched  a  light  brighter 
than  the  sun's — of  having  done  to  another  an  injury  that 
through  time  and  through  eternity  never  can  be  undone — 
infinite,  maddening  remorse — the  hell  of  knowing  that 
every  chance  of  excellence,  and  every  opportunity  of  good, 
has  been  lost  forever.  This  is  the  infinite  terror;  this  is  the 
wrath  to  come. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Hell — that  awful  refuge  of  the  will-less  ! 

George  McDonald. 


yO  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  may  be  heaven;  there  must  be  hell; 
Meantime,  there  is  our  earth  hero — well  ! 

Robert  Browning. 

To  insist  that  the  lost  will  be  punished  in  material  fire,  is 
as  irrational  as  to  insist  that  the  saved  will  dwell  in  a  city 
paved  with  material  gold. 

Rev.  R.  W.  Dale. 

The  torment  of  hell  is  bred  of  these  two  things — recol- 
lection, and  the  absence  of  hope.  Of  these  two  parents 
shall  be  born  those  twin-causes  of  suffering,  remorse  and 
despair.  These  are  the  worm  that  will  not  die  and  the  fire 
that  cannot  be  quenched.  If  you  are  lost,  your  suffering 
will  not  be  so  much  an  inflicti  >n  as  a  consequence,  just  as  it 
is  here  and  now.  You  will  not  be  blasted  as  by  a  shaft  of 
lightning  ;  the  fire  shall  be  within  you,  self-kindled,  self-fed, 
making  your  immortality  an  immortality  of  ill. 

Rev.  W.  II  II.  Murray. 

Did  you  ever  notice  that  while  the  Gospel  sets  before  us 
a  higher  and  more  blessed  heaven  than  any  other  religion, 
its  hell  is  also  deeper  and  darker  than  any  other  ? 

W.  F.  Warren,  U.D. 

It  is  not  the  best  way  in  which  to  teach  the  truth  of  fu- 
ture punishment  to  say  that  a  man  is  punished  forever  and 
forever  for  the  sins  of  that  hand's-breadth  of  duration  we  call 
time.  If  the  soul  does  not  repent  of  these  with  contrition. 
and  not  merely  with  attrition,  the  nature  of  things  forbids 
its  peace.  But  the  Biblical  and  the  natural  truth  is,  that 
prolonged  dissimilarity  of  feeling  with  God  may  end  in 
eternal  sin.  If  there  is  eternal  sin,  there  will  be  eternal 
punishment.  Final  permanence  of  character,  under  the 
laws  of  judicial  blindness  and  the  self-propagating  power 
of  sin,  is  the  truth  emphasized  by  both  God's  word  and  his 
works. 

Joseph  Cook. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  91 

There  is  a  sacred  dread  of  death 

Inwoven  with  the  strings  of  life, 
And  'tis  the  eternal  doom  of  heaven, 

That  man  must  view  the  grave  with  fear. 

Bryant. 

"What  is  hell  but  an  expression  of  God's  infinite  abhor- 
rence of  sin  and  of  everything  that  is  hurtful  to  his  crea- 
tures, and  of  his  infinite  regard  to  whatever  tends  to  their 
benefit  ?  All  sin,  unrepented  of,  must  be  punished  ;  and 
even  the  most  noxious  criminals,  the  enemies  of  God  and  his 
creatures,  are  not  useless  in  the  universe,  but  answer  the  ter- 
rible but  benevolent  end  of  warning  all  other  creatures 
against  disobedience,  which  would  involve  them  in  the 
same  misery,  just  as  the  execution  of  a  few  malefactors  in 
human  governments  is  of  extensive  service  to  the  rest  of 
the  subjects. 

Lyman  JBeecher. 

Fire  in  nature  is  not  a  substance.  It  was  formerly 
thought  to  be,  till  science  discovered  that  it  was  only  the 
oxygen  of  the  air  we  breathe,  in  contact,  in  chemical  combi- 
nation, with  combustible  substances.  "Whether  this  oxvsren 
shall  serve  you  as  the  sustainer  of  life,  as  it  comes  to  you 
in  the  atmosphere,  or  whether  it  shall  blaze  and  flame  in  the 
conflagration,  destroying  you  along  with  your  goods,  is  sim- 
ply a  question  of  conditions,  and  the  observance  of  natural 
laws.  And  when  it  rages  and  burns  with  desolating  sweep,  it 
is  only  the  lat  -nt  power  of  this  bland  and  life-sustaining 
breath,  roused  into  activity;  the  same  element,  only  at  dif- 
ferent temperatures,  being  endowed  with  such  opposite  and 
seemingly  incompatible  qualities.  So  is  this  mystery  of  the 
wrath  of  God.  It  is  only  the  evolving  of  that  dormant 
energy  which  exists  in  the  very  soft  and  balmy  atmosphere 
of  his  love  which  we  breathe,  and  which  is  life-sustaining  to 
the  believing  soul. 

M.  W.  Jacobus,  D.D. 


92  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

"  Penalties!"  quarrel  not  with  the  old  phraseology,  good 
reader;  attend  rather  to  the  thing  it  means.  The  word  was 
heard  of  old,  with  a  right  solemn  meaning  attached  to  it, 
from  theological  pulpits  and  such  places,  and  may  still  be 
heard  there,  with  a  half-meaning,  or  with  no  meaning, 
thouo-h  it  has  become  rather  obsolete  to  modern  ears.  But 
the  thing  should  not  have  fallen  obsolete;  the  thing  is  a 
grand  and  solemn  truth,  expressive  of  a  silent  law  of 
heaven,  which  continues  forever  valid. 

Carlyle. 

The  popular  arguments  against  endless  punishment  are 
unsatisfactory  as  a  sure  ground  of  hope. 

R.  S.  Ddbney,  D.D. 

No  revelation  has  lifted  the  veil  between  time  and  eter- 
nity; but  in  shadowy  figures  we  are  warned  that  a  very 
marked  distinction  will  be  made  between  the  good  and  the 

bad  in  the  next  world. 

Jeremiah  S.  Black. 

In  the  transformation  of  opinion  which  is  imperceptibly 
affecting  all  our  conceptions  of  the  future  state,  and  in  the 
perplexities  and  doubts  which  this  transformation  excites, 
the  idea  that  comes  with  the  most  solid  force  and  abiding 
comfort  to  the  foreground,  is  the  belief  that  the  whole  of 
our  human  existence  is  an  education — not  merely,  as  Bishop 
Butler  said,  a  probation  for  the  future — but  an  education 
which  will  reach  into  the  future. 

The  possibilities  that  overcame  the  impossibilities  in  our 
actual  experience,  show  us  that  there  may  be  yet  greater 
possibilities  which  shall  overcome  the  yet  more  formidable 
impossibilities  lying  beyond  our  experiences,  beyond  our 
sight,  beyond  the  last  great  change  of  all.  Through  all 
these  changes,  and  toward  that  unseen  goal,  in  the  words  of 
Burke,  "  Let  us  pass  on — -for  God's  sake,  let  us  pass  on  /" 

I)>:<in  Stanley. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  93 

There  being  in  man  a  sense  of  right  and  wrong,  religion 
becomes  a  most  potent  influence,  because  it  announces  a 
judgment  bar  before  which  all  must  stand.  It  completes 
the  theory  of  virtue  and  vice,  by  reminding  the  soul  that  it 
is  daily  approaching  a  final  rendering  of  its  accounts. 

David  Swing. 

If  the  sinner  persists  in  rejecting  Christ,  the  ruin  of  his 
soul  will  be  his  own  work.  He  has  been  placed  upon  an 
infinitely  beneficent  system  of  trial.  He  has  been  taught 
his  dependence  upon  God — a  dependence  not  only  of  weak- 
ness upon  strength,  but  of  guilt  upon  mercy;  he  has  been 
instructed  in  all  that  God  has  held  him  accountable  for. 
Everything  that  he  has  known  of  God  has  assumed  the  form 
of  a  dissuasion  from  sin;  his  own  experience  in  this  troubled 
life  has  generated  countless  motives  to  obedience;  his  wan- 
dering steps  have  been  thronged  by  guarding  spirits;  but 
for  his  guilt,  his  conscience  alone  would  have  been  an  ever- 
pres'-nt  song  of  God's  love  to  him;  and  if  he  has  had  faith- 
ful Christian  training,  the  disclosures  of  redemption  have 
opened  upon  him  the  most  intense  system  of  allurements  to 
personal  holiness;  the  cross  of  Christ  has  blocked  his  way 
to  destruction  more  impassably  than  by  a  flaming  sword; 
his  history  has  been  one  long  struggle  against  obstacles  to 
the  suicide  of  his  soul — yet  silently,  darkly,  willfully,  he 
has  turned  away  from  the  pleading,  weeping,  restraining 
Christ,  and  hurried  over  and  through  all  obstructions  to  the 
world  of  woe. 

Austin  Phetys,  D.  D. 

Let  star-wheels  and  angel-wings,  with  their  holy  winnowings, 

Keep  beside  you  all  your  way, 

Lest  in  passion   you  should  dash,  with  a  blind   and   heavy 

crash, 
Up  against  the   thick-bossed  shield  of  God's    judgment  in 

the  held. 

Mrs.  E.  B.  Browning. 


94  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

We  grow  -wrong  ;  we  allow  ourselves  to  crystallize  in 
habits  that  imply  a  loss  of  a  desire  to  be  holy  ;  and  at  last, 
having  made  up  our  minds  not  to  love  predominately  what 
God  loves,  and  hate  what  he  hates,  we  are  amazed  that  we 
have  not  blessedness.  But  the  universe  is  not  amazed. 
The  nature  of  things  is  but  another  name  for  the  divine  na- 
ture. God  would  not  be  God  if  there  could  be  blessedness 
without  holiness. 

Joseph  Cook. 

The  same  old  baffling  questions  !     O  my  friend; 

I  cannot  answer  them.     In  vain  I  send 

My  soul  into  the  dark,  where  never  burn 

The  lamps  of  science,  nor  the  natural  light 

Of  Reason's  sun  and  stars  !      I  cannot  learn 

Their  great  and  solemn  meanings,  nor  discern 

The  awful  secrets  of  the  eyes  which  turn 

Evermore  on  us  through  the  day  and  night, 

With  silent  challenge,  and  a  dumb  demand, 

Proffering  the  riddles  of  the  dread  unknown, 

Like  the  calm  Sphinxes  with  their  eyes  of  stone, 

Questioning  the  centuries  from  their  veils  of  sand, 

1  have  no  answer  for  myself  or  thee, 

Save  that  I  learned  at  my  mother's  knee: 

"  All  is  of  God  that  is,  and  is  to  be, 

And  God  is  good  ! "     Let  this  suffice  us  still, 

Resting  in  childlike  trust  upon  his  will, 

Who  moveth  his  great  ends  until  waited  by  the  ill. 

Whit tier. 

You  say,  preach  away;  tell  us  something  more  of  this 
Fruitless  Fig  Tree.  I  cannot,  I  dare  not.  The  parable 
stops  here  and  I  must  stop  too.  You  want  to  know  more. 
There  is  no  more.  You  would  like  to  know  the  future  for- 
tune of  this  Fruitless  Fig  Tree.  But  you  cannot  know  it, 
you  must  not  know  it,  you  shall  not  know  it.  Wise,  right- 
eous, eloquent  silence!     I   dare   not   twist   another   thread 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  95 

about  the  lash.  I  dare  not  throw  another  sheaf  upon  the 
cart  lest  I  break  it  down.  Wise,  righteous,  eloquent  si- 
lence! What  wisdom  in  what  Christ  says,  but  oh!  what 
power,  what  pathos,  and  what  tenderness  in  what  he  does 
not  say.  Suppose  he  had  told  you  all.  Suppose  he  had 
given  you  the  future  fortune  of  this  Fruitless  Fig  Tree. 
Suppose  he  had  told  you  the  plea  was  refused,  that  God 
would  not  hear  the  intercessor.  Then  down  you  would 
have  sunk  in  black  despair.  Farewell  earth,  farewell 
Heaven,  farewell  grace  of  Jesus,  farewell  influence  of  the 
Holy  Spirit,  farewell  ministry  of  angels,  communion  of 
saints,  sacraments  of  peace  in  Heaven;  a  long,  a  sad  fare- 
well! My  day  of  grace  is  over,  my  hour  of  mercy  past,  I 
am  left  behind,  a  Fruitless  Fig  Tree! 

Ilev.  Alexander  B.  Jack. 

Ok,  suppose  on  the  other  hand,  he  had  told  you  the  plea 
was  granted,  that  this  tree  became  a  Fruitful  Fig  Tree. 
Then  what  would  have  happened?  I  know  what  would 
have  happened.  Those  of  you  who  have  presumed  so  long 
would  have  continued  presuming  still.  Those  of  you  who, 
in  spite  of  God's  mercy,  have  b  .'en  neglecting  religion  for 
weeks,  and  months,  and  years,  would  have  neglected  it  to 
your  dying  day.  Always  the  iron  under  the  hammer  of 
God's  wrath.  Always  the  ice  under  the  shining  of  God's 
gracious  promises.  I  might  have  tolied  the  knell.  I  might 
have  darkened  the  scene  with  frequent  funerals.  Still,  you 
would  have  said  that  knell  is  not  for  me.  That  gloomy 
procession  is  not  for  me.  Therefore  I  thank  my  Saviour 
that  he  has  told  us  nothing  more  of  this  Fruitless  Fig  Tree. 
I  thank  my  Saviour  that  I  stand  here  to-night  with  the  same 
uncertainty  imprinted  on  my  forehead  as  is  also  impressed 
on  vours.  Wise,  righteous,  elocjuent  silence:  It  is  power, 
it  is  wisdom,  it  is  mercy  that  closes  the  parable  at  such  a 
point  as  this.  May  God  induce  you  to  bethink  yourselves 
for  Jesus  Christ's  sake! 

Rev.  Alexander  B.  Jack. 


U6  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

You  think  that  one  hour  buries  another,  but  it  is  not  so. 
You  think  that  you  have  parted  forever  from  the  things 
which  have  passed  by  you.  No,  you  have  not.  There  is 
much  of  your  life  that  you  think  has  a'one,  which  you  shall 
never  part  from.  It  has  stepped  behind  you,  and  there  it 
waits.  That  which  you  have  done  is  with  you  to-day;  and 
that  which  you  are  doing  will  be  with  you  to-morrow. 
When  the  mason  carries  up  the  wall,  the  course  of  the  brick 
which  he  laid  yesterday  is  the  foundation  on  which  he  is 
laying  another  course  to-day;  and  all  that  you  do  to-day  on 
the  structure  which  you  are  building,  will  remain  as  a  basis 
for  that  which  you  do  to-morrow. 

JBeecJier. 

Pekhaps  it  may  have  been  little  thought  of,  in  the  davs 
of  careless  and  thoughtless  and  thankless  unconcern,  which 
you  have  spent  hitherto  ;  but  I  call  upon  you  to  think  of  it 
now  ;  to  lay  it  seriously  to  heart,  and  no  longer  to  delay 
when  the  high  waters  of  death  and  judgments  and  eternity 
are  thus  set  so  evidently  before  you,  and  the  tidings  where- 
with I  am  charged — the  blood  lieth  upon  your  own  head, 
and  not  upon  mine,  if  you  will  not  listen  to  them.  The  ob- 
ject of  my  coming  among  you  is  to  let  you  know  what  more 
things  are  to  come  ;  it  is  to  carry  you  beyond  the  regions 
of  sight  and  sense,  to  the  regions  of  faith,  and  to  assure  you 
in  the  name  of  Him  who  cannot  lie,  that  as  sure  as  the  hour 
for  the  laving  the  body  in  the  grave  comes,  so  surely  will 
also  come  the  hour  of  the  spirit  returning  to  Him  who  gave 
it.  Yes,  the  day  of  the  final  reckoning  will  come,  and  the 
appearance  of  the  Son  of  God  in  heaven,  and  his  mighty 
angels  around  him,  will  come,  and  the  opening  of  the  books 
will  come,  and  the  standing  of  men  of  all  generations  before 
the  judgment  seat  will  come,  and  the  solemn  passing  of 
that  seutence  which  is  to  fix  your  destiny  for  eternity,    will 

cotne. 

Chalmers. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  97 

There  is  one  thing  in  the  wide  universe  which  is  really 
valuable,  and  that  is — character.  By  this  I  mean  a  confi- 
dence in  the  bosoms  of  those  who  know  you,  that  you  have 
the  power,  the  capacity,  and  the  disposition  to  confer  hap- 
piness on  others.  This,  of  course,  will  include  a  power 
over  yourself,  so  that  you  can  govern  and  restrain  your  own 
wishes,  and  thus  take  care  of  yourself;  and  it  will  imply 
that  you  have  the  power,  and  have  the  disposition  to  exer- 
cise that  power,  to  do  good  to  others.  It  is  that  that  makes 
the  character  of  the  Divine  Being  so  perfect,  so  exalted, 
and  so  worthy  of  homage  and  of  admiration.  A  good 
heart,  benevolent  feelings,  and  a  balanced  mind  lie  at  the 
foundation  of  character.  Other  things  may  be  deemed  for- 
tuitous; they  may  come  and  go;  but  character  is  that  which 
lives  and  abides,  and  is  admired  long  after  its  possessor  has 
left  the  earth,  the  theater  on  which  it  was  displayed. 

John  Todd. 

Moments  there  are  in  life — alas,  how  few  ! — 

When,  casting  cold,  prudential  doubts  aside 

We  take  a  generous  impulse  for  our  guide, 

And,  following  promptly  what  the  heart  thinks  best, 

Commit  to  Providence  the  rest; 

Sure  that  no  after-reckoning  will  arise 

Of  shame  or  sorrow,  for  the  heart  is  wise. 

And  happy  they  who  thus  in  faith  obey 

Their  better  nature;  err  sometimes  they  may, 

And  some  sad  thoughts  lie  heavy  in  the  breast, 

Such  as  by  hope  deceived  are  left  behind  ; 

But  like  a  shadow  these  will  pass  away 

From  the  pure  sunshine  of  the  peaceful  mind. 

Southey. 

The  shaping  our  own  life  is  our  own  work.  It  is  a  thing 
of  beauty,  it  is  a  thing  of  shame— as  we  ourselves  make  it. 

Ware. 
7 


98  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Manhood  will  come,  and  old  age  will  come,  and  the  dy- 
ing bed  will  come,  and  the  very  last  look  you  shall  ever 
have  on  your  acquaintances  will  come,  and  the  time  when 
you  are  stretched  a  lifeless  corpse  before  the  eyes  of  weep- 
ing relatives  will  come,  and  the  coffin  that  is  to  enclose  you 
will  com  %  and  that  hour  when  the  company  assemble  to 
carry  vou  to  the  church-yard  will  come,  and  the  minute 
when  you  are  put  down  into  the  grave  will  come,  and  the 
throwing  in  of  the  loose  dirt  into  the  narrow  house  where 
you  are  laid,  and  the  spreading  of  the  green  sod  over  it, — 
all,  all,  will  come  on  every  living  creature  who  now  speaks, 
and  the  people  who  now  listen  will  be  carried  to  their  long 
homes,  and  make  room  for  another  generation.  Now  all 
this  you  know  must  and  will  happen.  Your  common  sense 
and  common  experience  serve  to  convince  you  of  it. 

Chalmers. 

Tiikre  are  parts  of  our  life  we  do  not  like  to  think  about. 
When  we  are  suddenly  reminded  of  them,  we  call,  "  Wine!" 
We  turn  aside  a  little  to  some  one  and  say,  "  Play  something.''1 
There  is  a  time  when  wine  and  music  shall  have  lost  their, 
power  of  enchantment,  and  we  shall  be  turned  right  round 
— forced  to  look  at  the  past  !  O,  sirs  !  it  is  then  that  we 
shall  have  no  little  quibbling,  wretched  questions  to  put 
about  Christ's  cross  and  Christ's  atonement.  A\ rhen  we  see 
life  from  that  point,  and  feel  the  bitterness  and  torment  of 
sin,  we  shall  then  know  that  the  Lamb  of  God  never  shed 
one  drop  too  much  of  His  blood,  never  suffered  one  pang 
too  many,  for  the  sins  of  the  world.  We  shall  not  be  critics 
then,  pedants  then,  little  technical  inquirers  then.  We 
shall  feel  that  the  cross,  and  that  alone,  can  go  right  into 
our  life,  with  the  answer  to  our  difficulties,  and  the  balm  for 
our  wound  and  sorrow. 

Joseph  Parker. 

Too  late  I  loved  thee!  0  thou  Beauty  of  Ancient  days, 
yet  ever  new!  Too  late  I  loved  thee! 

Augustine. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  99 

The  work  proceeds  without  intermission;  and  all  that 
has  been  done  is  the  under-structure  for  that  which  is  to  be 
done.  Young  man  and  maiden,  take  heed  how  you  build. 
That  which  you  are  doing,  the  work  which  you  are  perform- 
ing, you  do  not  leave  behind  you  because  you  forget  it.  It 
passes  away  from  you  apparently,  but  it  does  not  pass  away 
from  you  in  reality.  Every  stroke,  every  single  element 
abides,  and  there  is  nothing  that  grows  so  fast  as  character. 
There  is  nothing  that  men  think  so  little  of,  as  character,  al- 
though there  is  nothing  that  so  belongs  to  their  immortality, 
and  that  is  so  incomparable  in  importance,  as  character. 

Beecher. 


XI. 
SIGNAL  LIGHTS. 

CONTINUED. 

Lockhart,  I  may  have  but  a  minute  to  speak  to  you. 
My  dear,  be  a  good  man;  be  virtuous;  be  religious;  be  a 
good  man;  nothing  else  will  give  you  any  comfort  when 
you  come  to  lie  here. 

Walter  Scott. 

Draper  in  his  last  book  tries  to  prove  that  the  progress 
and  civilization  of  the  world  are  due  to  the  expansive  force 
of  the  human  intellect,  retarded  and  impeded  by  the  de- 
pressive and  compressive  influence  of  religious  faith.  But 
supposing  that  religious  systems  are  wholly  human,  they, 
too,  are  scientific  products  of  the  human  mind,  the  result  of 
its  expansive  force;  and  to  laud  science  and  to  deprec.Le 
religion,  is  to  extol  intellect  in  one  direction  and  belittle  it 
in  another,  which  is  absurd. 

JSf.  T.  Sun. 


100  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  man  who  believes  that  there  is  no  God,  no  immortal- 
ity, and  that  when  he  dies  he  will  melt  into  the  earth,  to  be 
seen  no  more,  like  the  snow-flake  sinking  in  the  ocean,  cer- 
tainly wants  one  of  the  most  powerful  stimulants  to  intel- 
lectual and  moral  advancement. 

Senator  0.  P.  Morton. 

The  supernatural  in  this  Jesus  is  the  best  hope  of  the 
world;  it  is  the  only  hope.  He  is  the  place  where  earth 
blends  with  heaven,  that  line  where  sea  and  sky  meet.  He 
is  the  only  miracle  we  need,  but  the  need  of  him  is  infinite. 
Our  public  morals,  our  intellectual  development,  our  pri- 
vate friendships,  our  sad  partings  here,  our  measureless  love 
of  life,  all  ask  that  Jesus  Christ  may  always  stand  before 
mankind  as  the  emblem  of   a  supernatural,  blessed  shore. 

David  Swing. 

Across  a  chasm  of  eighteen  hundred  years  Jesus  Christ 
makes  a  demand  which  is  beyond  all  others  difficult  to  sat- 
isfy: He  asks  that  for  which  a  philosopher  may  often  seek 
in  vain  at  the  hands  of  his  friends,  or  a  father  of  his  chil- 
dren, or  a  bride  of  her  spouse,  or  a  man  of  his  brother:  He 
asks  for  the  human  heart:  He  will  have  it  entirely  to  Him- 
self: He  demands  it  unconditionally;  and  forthwith  His 
demand  is  granted.  "Wonderful!  In  defiance  of  time  and 
space,  the  soul  of  man,  with  all  its  powers  and  faculties, 
becomes  an  annexation  to  the  empire  of  Christ.  All  who 
sincerely  believe  in  Him  experience  that  remarkable  super- 
natural love  towards  him.  This  phenomenon  is  unaccount- 
able; it  is  altogether  beyond  the  scope  of  man's  creative 
power.  Time,  the  great  destroyer,  is  powerless  to  extin- 
guish this  sacred  flame:  time  can  neither  exhaust  its 
strength  nor  put  a  limit  to  its  range.  This  it  is  which 
strikes  me  most.  I  have  often  thought  of  it.  This  it  is 
which  proves  to  me  quite  convincingly  the  Divinity  of  Jesus 
Christ. 

Napoleon. 


SIGXAL    LIGHTS.  101 

To-day  the  great  question  that  is  stirring  men's  hearts 
to  their  very  depths  is,  Who  is  this  Jesus  Christ?  His  life 
is  becoming  to  us  a  new  life,  as  if  we  had  never  seen  a  word 
of  it.  There  is  round  about  us  an  influence  so  strange,  so 
penetrating,  so  subtle,  yet  so  mighty,  that  we  are  obliged 
to  ask  the  great  heaving  world  of  time  to  be  silent  for  a 
while,  that  we  may  see  just  what  we  are  and  where  we  are. 
That  influence  is  the  life  of  Jesus  Christ.  We  cannot  get 
clear  of  it ;  we  hear  it  in  the  tones  of  joy;  we  feel  it  stealing 
across  the  darkness  of  sorrow  ;  we  see  it  where  we  least  ex- 
pect it.  Even  men  who  have  traveled  farthest  from  it  seem 
only  to  have  come  round  to  it  again  ;  and  while  they  have 
been  undervaluing  the  inner  worth  of  Jesus  Christ,  they 
have  actually  been  living  on  the  virtues  which  came  out  of 
his  garments  here. 

Joseph    Parker. 

Science,  if  true  to  itself,  must  come  back  to  a  personal 
God,  as  the  best  solution  of  a  universe  in  which  there  is 
thought.  Literature  must  acknowledge  that  Christ  and  an 
immortal  life  furnish  the  noblest  and  the  most  sustained  in- 
spiration. The  peculiar  influences  of  Christianity  are  nec- 
essary as  a  counterpoise  against  the  temptations  which  are 
incident  to  modern  lif">.  Wealth  was  never  more  attractive 
and  tempting  than  now.  Luxury  was  never  so  various  and 
so  refined  in  its  ministrations  and  appliances.  Genius  for 
science,  art,  or  letters,  was  never  so  potent  over  cultivated 
minds.  In  short,  man  as  an  individual,  and  in  organized 
masses,  was  never  so  strongly  tempted  to  worship  himself 
and  to  deny  his  Creator,  to  rely  upon  the  inspirations  of  his 
own  being,  whether  scientific,  imaginative,  or  ethical,  and  to 
dispense  with  the  Christ,  of  whom  it  has  been  said,  it  is  true 
that  before  him  every  knee  shall  bow.  No  influence  short 
of  the  living  God  and  the  redeeming  Son  of  God  can  possi- 
blv  hold  an  individual  or  a  generation  against  the  in-rush- 
ing tide  of  these  insidious  influences. 

No  alt  Porter. 


102 


GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 


Whatever  may  be  the  surprises  of  the  future,  Jesus 
Christ  will  never  be  surpassed.  His  worship  will  grow 
young  without  ceasing;  his  legend  will  call  forth  tears  with; 
out  end;  his  sufferings  will  melt  the  noblest  heart;  all  ages 
will  proclaim  that,  among  the  sons  of  men,  there  is  none 
born  greater  than  Jesus. 

Ernest  Renan. 

If  I  were  called  to  point  out  the  most  alarming  sins  of 
to-day,  those  which  are  most  deceitful  in  their  influence,  and 
most  soul-destroying  in  their  ultimate  effects,  I  would  not 
mention  drunkenness,  with  all  its  fearful  havoc,  nor  gam- 
bling, with  its  crazed  victims,  nor  harlotry,  with  its  hell- 
ish orgies;  but  the  love  of  money  on  the  part  of  men,  and 
the  love  of  display  on  the  part  of  women.  "While  open  vice 
sends  its  thousands,  these  fashionable  and  tavored  indulgen- 
ces send,  their  tens  of  thousands  to  perdition.  They  sear 
the  conscience,  incrust  the  soul  with  an  impenetrable  shell 
of  worldliness,  debauch  the  affections  from  every  high  and 
heavenly  object,  and  make  man  or  woman  the  worshiper 
of  self.  While  doing  all  this  the  poor  victim  is  allowed  by 
public  opinion  to  think  himself  or  herself  a  Christian,  while 
the  drunkard,  the  gambler  and  prostitute  are  not  deceived 
by  such  a  thought  for  a  moment. 

Howard  Crosby.,  D.J). 

The  church  in  debt  feels  that  prudence  demands  that  the 
worldly  rich  should  be  gathered,  both  small  and  great,  into 
the  church.  These  men  are  counseled,  placed  in  positions 
of  trust,  elected  to  office;  and  how  often  are  men  of  wealth 
and  influence  in  the  world,  and  without  religion,  allowed  to 
determine  the  question  and  say  who  is  to  feed  the  flock  of 
Christ?  Their  opinions  are  preferred  to  those  of  the  chil- 
dren of  God,  simpiy  to  secure  their  aid  in  supporting  the 
man  of  their  choosing.  How  many  pulpits  are  to-day 
spiked  by  the  devil  in  this  very  way? 

tiylvanus  Stall. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  103 

There  are  few  people  who  will  not  be  benefited  by  pon- 
dering over  the  morals  of  shopping. 

Beecher. 

Wealth  has  now  all  the  respect  paid  to  it  which  is  due 
only  to  virtue  and  to  talent,  but  we  can  see  what  estimate  God 
places  upon  it,  since  he  often  bestows  it  upon  the  meanest 
and  most  unworthy  of  all  his  creatures. 

Dean  Svnft. 

Wealth  in  our  country  must  long  be,  and  properly  is,  a 
great  measure  of  force;  and  by  force  I  mean  character, 
talent,  activity  and  mental  leverage.  But  in  heaven's  name 
let  us  know  it  for  what  it  is,  and  not  for  what  it  is  not;  most 
of  all,  let  us  avoid  that  particular  fallacy  which  sees  in 
wealth  the  essence,  and  not   the  provocative  of  refinement* 

Donald  G.  Mitchell. 

No  one  who  is  a  lover  of  riches,  or  a  lover  of  pleasure,  or 
a  lover  of  glory,  can  at  the  same  time  be  a  lover  of  men. 

Epictetus. 

Our  greatest  danger  now  in  this  country  is  corporative 
wealth. 

'Wendell  Phillips. 

Let  us  learn  to  be  content  with  what  we  have,  with  the 
place  we  have  in  life.  Let  us  get  rid  of  our  false  estimates, 
let  us  throw  down  the  god  Money  from  its  pedestal,  trample 
that  senseless  idol  under  foot,  set  up  all  the  higher  ideals — a 
neat  home,  vines  of  our  own  planting,  a  few  books  full  of 
the  inspiration  of  genius,  a  few  friends  worthy  of  being 
loved,  and  able  to  love  us  in  turn  ;  a  hundred  innocent 
pleasures  that  bring  no  pain  or  remorse,  a  devotion  to  the 
right  that  will  never  swerve,  a  simple  religion  empty  of  all 
bigotry,  full  of  trust  and  hope  and  love,  and  to  such  a  phil- 
osophy this  world  will  give  up  all  the  joy  it  has. 

David  Swing. 


104  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

If  a  man's  mind  be  thoroughly  alive,  he  cannot  be  con- 
tent with  good  health,  good  revenue  and  good  dwelling. 
There  are  heart-achings  and  out-goings  which  waste  the 
life,  which  cannot  be  soothed  or  appeased  by  bread  alone. 
On  the  one  hand  you  will  find  sad  hearts  surrounded  by  the 
highest  personal  and  social  advantages,  and  on  the  other 
you  will  find  hearts  glad  with  unspeakable  joy  in  spite  of 
circumstances  the  most  untoward  and  harrassing.  It  is, 
therefore,  in  the  opinion  of  Christian  thinkers,  a  superficial 
and  mocking  theory  of  human  happiness  which  concerns  it- 
self mainly  with  circumstances.  What  is  wanted  is  a  prin- 
ciple which  will  put  all  accidental  conditions  in  their  right 
place,  and  persistently  remind  man  that  "  the  life  is  more 
than  bread,"  and  that  apparent  failure  may  be  real   success. 

Joseph  Parker. 

Tiietce  are  necessities  in  our  hearts  which  nothing  human 
can  supply;  passions  which  nothing  human  can  either  sat- 
isfy or  control;  powers  which  nothing  human  can  either  ad- 
equately excite  or  occupy;  and  oh,  there  are  sorrows,  deep 
sorrows,  which  will  not  be  assuaged;  wounds  which,  if  the 
balm  that  is  in  Gilead  cannot  heal,  must  fester  forevermore; 
sins,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  all  skill  but  that  of  the  Great 
Physician  of  souls. 

Robert  J.  Breckinridge,  D.D. 

Communism  possesses  a  language  which  every  people  can 
understand.     Its  elements  are  hunger,  envy  and  death. 

He  inrich  He  i?i  e. 

If  you  divorce  capital  and  labor,  capital  is  hoarded  and 
labor  starves. 

Daniel  Webster. 

What  is  a  communist  ?     One  who  has  yearnings 
for  equal  division  of  unequal  earnings. 

Elliott. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  105 

Eveey  day  that  I  live  I  become  less  and  less  desirous  of 
great  wealth  :  but  every  day  makes  me  more  sensible  of  the 
importance  of  a  competence.  Without  a  competence  it  is 
not  easy  for  a  public  man  to  be  honest :  it  is  almost  impos- 
sible for  him  to  be  thought  so. 

Macaulay. 

Property  is  the  product  of  labor.  It  must  be  hewed  out 
of  the  forest,  plowed  out  of  the  field,  blasted  out  of  the 
mine,  pounded  out  of  the  anvil,  wrought  out  in  the  factory 
and  furnace.  Labor  is  at  the  bottom  of  it  all;  and  the  na- 
tion in  which  labor  is  the  best  cherished  and  cared  for,  must 
be  the  richest  and  most  prosperous.  Capital  and  labor  are 
mutual  allies. 


When  vanished  is  this  vapor  we  call  life, 

And  all  the  storms  that  vex  us  disappear — 
Sorrow's  sharp  thorn,  the  weary  wheel  of  strife, 

And  all  the  miseries  we  feel  or  fear — 
When  of  the  "day  far  spent"  a  night  is  born, 

Before  there  dawns  a  day  that  knows  no  night, 
Shall  we  who  see  the  glory  of  such  a  morn — 

Shall  we  recall,  upon  that  dazzling  height, 
One  touch  of  this  wild  warfare  of  the  earth  ? 

The  wounds  that  scarred  us,  or  the  tears  we  wept, 
The  sin  that  so  beset  us  from  our  birth, 

The  woes,  the  wrongs,  the  cares  that  never  slept  ? 
Or  will  there  be  a  gap  betwixt  that  time 

And  this  eternity  that  numbs  the  sense, 
As  after  sudden  ceasing  of  some  chime 

A  lengthened  pause  makes  rest  the  more  intense? 
Forbear  to  question,  O  mine  idle  thought! 

Where  were  our  faith,  if  all  were  come  to  sight ! 
"Avoid  vain  babblings" — thus  much  we  are  taught. 

'Twere  vain  to  breathe  them,  yet  I  long  for  light. 

A.  T.  L. 


106  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

On  the  whole,  there  are  much  sadder  ages  than  the  early 
ones;  not  sadder  in  a  noble  and  deep  way,  but  in  a  dim, 
wearied  way — the  way  of  ennui,  and  jaded  intellect,  and  un- 
comfortableness  of  soul  and  body.  Not  that  we  are  without 
festivity,  but  festivity  more  or  less  forced,  mistaken,  embit- 
tered, incomplete,  not  of  the  heart;  and  the  profoundest 
reason  of  this  darkness  of  heart  is,  I  believe,  our  want  of 
faith. 

Huskin. 

Let  me  not  die  before  I've  done  for  Thee 

Some  earthly  work,  whatever  it  may  be; 

Call  me  not  hence  with  mission  unfulfilled, 

Let  me  not  leave  my  space  of  ground  unfilled; 

Impress  this  truth  upon  me,  that  not  one 

Can  do  my  portion  that  I  leave  undone, 

For  each  one  in  Thy  vineyard  hath  a  spot 

To  labor  in  for  life,  and  weary  not. 

Then  give  me  strength  all  faithfully  to  toil, 

Converting  barren  earth  to  fruitful  soil. 

I  long  to  be  an   instrument  of  Thine, 

To  gather  worshipers  unto  Thy  shrine; 

To  be  the  means  one  human  soul  to  save 

From  the  dark  terrors  of  a  hopeless  grave. 

Yet  most  I  want  a  spirit  of  content, 

To  work  where'er  Thou'lt  wish  my  labor  spent, 

Whether  at  home  or  in  a  stranger  clime, 

In  days  of  joy,  or  sorrow's  sterner  time. 

I  want  a  spirit  passive,  to  lie  still, 

And  by  Thy  power  to  do  Thy  holy  will. 

And  when  the  prayer  unto  my  lips  doth  rise, 

Before  a  new  home  doth  my  soul  surprise, 

"  Let  me  accomplish  some  great  work  for  Thee," 

Subdue  it,  Lord;  let  my  petition  be, 

"Oh!   make  me  useful  in  this  world  of  Thine, 

In  ways  according  to  Thy  will,  not  mine. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  107 

Let  me  not  leave  my  space  of  ground  untilled, 
Call  me  not  hence  with  mission  unfulfilled. 
Let  me  not  die  before  I've  done  for  Thee 
My  earthly  work,  whatever  that  may  be." 


Church  of  the  living  God!  in  vain  thy  foes 

Make  thee,  in  impious  mirth,  their  laughing  stock, 
Contemn  thy  strength,  thy  radiant  beauty  mock; 

In  vain  their  threats  and  impotent  their  blows — 

Satan's  assault — Hell's  agonizing  throes! 
For  thou  art  built  upon  th'  Eternal  Rock, 
Nor  fear'st  the  thunder  storm,  the  earthquake  shock, 

And  nothing  shall  disturb  thy  calm  repose. 

All  human  combinations  change  and  die, 
What'er their  origin,  form,  design; 

But  firmer  than  the  pillars  of  the  sky, 
Thou  standest  ever  by  a  power  Divine; 

Thou  art  endowed  with  immortality, 

And  can'st  not  perish — God's  own  life  is  thine! 

Wm.  Lloyd  Garrison. 


XII. 


SIGNAL  LIGHTS- 

CONTINUED. 

Envy  is  the  yoke-fellow  of  eminence. 

Tupper. 

As  there  can  be  no  jealousy  without  regard,  so  envy 
cannot  exist  in  perfection  without  a  secret  esteem  of  the 
person  envied. 


108  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Base  envy  withers  at  another's  joy, 
And  hate's  the  excellence  it  cannot  reach. 

Thompson. 

Slander  is  the  solace  of  malignity. 

Joubert. 

We  cannot  control  the  evil  tongues  of  others,  but  a  good 
life  enables  us  to  despise  them. 

Cato. 

Nice  distinctions  are  troublesome.  It  is  so  much  easier 
to  say  that  a  thing  is  black,  than  to  discriminate  the  partic- 
ular shade  of  brown,  blue,  or  green,  to  which  it  really  be- 
longs. It  is  so  much  easier  to  make  up  your  mind  that 
your  neighbor  is  good  for  nothing,  than  to  enter  into  all  the 
circumstances  that  would  oblige  you  to  modify  that  opinion. 

George  Eliot. 

To  apply  to  others  in  charity  the  knowledge  one  has  used 
against  oneself  in  judgment — this  is  the  hard  thing. 

W.  H.  Mattock. 

There  are  calumnies  against  which  even  innocence  loses 
courage. 

Napoleon. 

To  persevere  in  one's  duty  and  to  be  silent,  is  the  first 
answer  to  calumny. 

Washington. 

There  is  nobody  so  weak  of  invention  that  cannot  make 
some  little  stories  to  vilify  his  enemy. 

Addison. 

When  one  has  learned  to  seek  the  honor  that  cometh 
from  God  only,  he  will  take  the  withholding  of  the  honor 
that  comes  from  man  very  quietly  indeed. 

George  McDonald. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  109 

Whoever  has  a  good  work  to  do  must  let  the  devil's 
tongue  run  as  it  pleases. 

Luther. 

When  a  man  readily  gives  ear  to  a  slander,  he  betrays 
fellow-feeling  with  the  malice  whence  it  sprang. 

Calvert. 

A  large  charity  is  the  growth  of  years,  the  last  result 
of  many  trials. 

Stopford  A.  Brooke. 

When  a  man  is  at  the  foot  of  the  hill  in  his  fortunes,  he 
may  stay  a  long  while  there  in  spite  of  professional  accom- 
plishment. 

George  Eliot. 

Censure  and  criticism  never  hurt  anybody.  If  false, 
they  cannot  harm  you,  unless  you  are  wanting  in  char- 
acter; and  if  true,  they  show  a  man  his  weak  points,  and 
forewarn  him  against  failure  and  trouble. 

Gladstone. 

If  there  should  spring  up  in  any  hospital  a  disposition 
of  criticism,  and  men  with  fevers  should  gibe  men  with 
dropsies,  and  men  with  dropsies  should  revenge  themselves 
by  pointing  over  to  men  with  ulcers  and  sores,  it  would 
fitly  represent  the  harsh  judgment  of  men  upon  each  other. 

Beecher. 

Experience  tells  us  that  each  man  most  keenly  and  un- 
erringly detects  in  others  the  vice  with  which  he  is  most 
familiar  himself. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Be  not  hasty  to  disprove  every  aspersion  that  is  cast  on 
you.  Let  them  alone  for  a  while,  and,  like  mud  on  your 
clothes,  they  will  rub  off  of  themselves. 

Bev.  Br.  Murray. 


HO  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

It  is  impossible  for  human  purity  not  to  betray  to  an  eye 
sharpened  by  malignity,  some  stains  which  lay  concealed 
and  unregarded  when  none  thought  it  their  interest  to  dis- 
cover them;  nor  can  the  most  circumspect  attention  or 
steady  rectitude  escape  blame  from  censors,  who  have  no 
inclination  to  approve. 

Johnson's  Rambler. 

Malice  has  a  keen  scent  for  blemishes. 

Punshon. 

My  worst  enemies  are  more  valuable  to  me  than  my  best 
friends. 

Luther. 

Beyond  all  doubt,  the  worst  of  our  enemies  are  those 
which  we  carry  about  in  our  own  hearts. 

Tholuck. 

Those  who  get  through  the  world  without  enemies  are 
commonly  of  three  classes — the  supple,  the  adroit,  and  the 
phlegmatic.  The  leaden  rule  surmounts  obstacles  by  yield- 
ing to  them;  the  oiled  wheel  escapes  friction;  the  cotton 
sack  escapes  damage  by  its  impenetrable  elasticity. 

Whately. 

What  a  man's  enemies  say  ought  not  to  be  taken  as  evi- 
dence. 

Olive  Logan. 

The  wise  man  always  shows  himself  on  the  side  of  his 
assailants.  It  is  more  to  his  interest  than  it  is  to  theirs  to 
find  out  his  weak  points;  the  wound  cicatrizes  and  falls  off 
from  him  like  the  deer-skin,  and  when  they  would  triumph, 
lo!  he  has  passed  on  invulnerable.  So  long  as  all  is  said 
against  me,  I  feel  a  certain  assurance  of  success;  but  as 
soon  as  honeyed  words  of  praise  are  spoken  for  me,  I  feel 
as  one  lying  unprotected  before  his  enemies. 

Emerson. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  Ill 

A  man  can  bear 
A  world's  contempt,  when  he  has  that  within 
Which  says  he's  worthy. 

Alexander  Smith. 

The  world  can  pry  out  everything  about  us  which  it  has  a 
mind  to  know.  But  there  is  this  consolation,  which  men 
will  never  accept  in  their  own  cases,  that  the  world  does  n't 
care. 

Thackeray. 

Within  a  few  years  past  it  has  become  the  fashion  to 
pounce  down  upon  every  public  man  against  whom  a  breath 
of  suspicion  is  emitted,  and  treat  him  as  a  criminal,  without 
permitting  him  the  poor  privilege  of  being  heard.  It  is 
enough  if  somebody  suspects  him.  He  must  be  a  criminal 
or  he  would  not  be  charged  with  criminality!  In  the  juris- 
prudence which  guides  this  class  of  journalists,  every  pub- 
lic man  is  to  be  considered  guilty,  until  he  proves  himself 
innocent,  and  even  then  he  has  to  undergo  a  long  quaran- 
tine, as  having  come  from  a  suspected  port. 

The  Nation. 

That  assasination  by  the  slow  poison  of  calumny,  secretly 
infused  into  every  vein  of  the  society  in  which  the  calumi- 
nated  character  moves  and  is  known, — that  is  the  basest 
and  vilest  form  of  assassination.  It  has  every  degree  of 
cowardice,  every  amount  of  malice,  every  wickedness  of 
purpose,  and  every  mischief  of  result. 

W.  31.  Evarts. 

It  is  well,  may  be  so,  to  bear  losses, 
And  to  bend  and  bow  down  to  the  rod, 

If  the  scarlet-red  bars  and  the  crosses 
Be  but  rounds  up    the  ladder  to  God, 

But  this  mocking  of  men!  Ah!  that  enters 
The  marrow  ! 

Joaquin  Miller. 


112  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  great  deal  depends  upon  a  man's  courage  when  he  is 
slandered  and  traduced.  Weak  men  are  crushed  by  de- 
traction, but  the  brave  hold  on  and  succeed. 

H.  IS.  Steveris. 

Yet  nerve  thy  spirit  to  the   proof, 

And  blanch  not  at  thy  chosen  lot; 
The  timid  good  may  stand  aloof, 

The   sage  may  frown,  yet  faint    thou  not, 
Nor  heed  the  shaft  too  surely  cast, 

The  foul  and  hissing  bolt  of  scorn; 
For  with  thy  side  shall  dwell  at  last 

The  victory  of  endurance  born. 

Bryant. 

It  was  the  exprobation  of  Athens  that  she  suffered  those 
men  to  die  in  exile,  ignominy  and  oblivion,  that  with  virtu- 
ous endeavors  had  raised  her  up  on  the  pillars  of  her  fame. 
Miltiades,  Aristides,  Solon,  Phocion — where  lived  they? 
Where  lie  they? 

Thomas   Adams. 

Well- nerved  and  stout  be  the  arm  that  smiteth  wrong, 
and  sharp  and  swift  the  censure  following  knowledge  of 
guilt;  but  that  eagerness  to  condemn,  so  noticeable  in 
some;  that  evil  construction  put  on  acts  whose  motive  is 
unknown;  that  merciless  remembrance,  which  treasureth 
up  the  minutest  past  delinquency,  forgetful  of  after  worth 
and  probable  repentance;  that  whispering  suspiciousness, 
quick  and  pronged  as  a  serpent's  tongue — its  prototype; 
that  bigotry  and  assumption  of  superior  sanctity;  that  hard, 
unfeminine  punctiliousness  which  spurns  the  erring,  and 
denies  the  possibility  of  cleansing  to  the  stained;  that 
clutching  of  stones  to  pelt  one  form  of  sin  by  hands  not 
stainless  of  other  forms — this  is  what  I  deplore;  this  is 
what  I  arraign  as  un-Christlike. 

Rev.  W.  U.  IT.  Murray. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  US 

Fling  forth  a  lie  among  the  crowd, 

Let  but  the  gossips  vouch  'tis  true; 
Then  innocence  may  buy  her  shroud 

And    guilt   walk  forth  in  garments  new. 


Let  every  man  be  occupied,  and  occupied  in  the  highest 
employment  of  which  his  nature  is  capable,  and  die  with 
the  consciousness  that  he    has  done  his  best. 

Sidney  Smith. 

An  idle  word  may  be  set  mingly  harmless  in  its  utter- 
ance, but  let  it  be  fanned  by  passion,  let  it  be  fed  with  the 
fuel  of  misconception,  of  evil  intention,  of  prejudice,  and 
it  will  soon  grow  into  a  sweeping  fire,  that  will  melt  the 
chains  of  human  friendship,  that  will  burn  to  ashes  many 
cherished  hopes,  and  blacken  more  fair  names  than  one. 

Chas.  A.  Dickey,  D.D. 

If  you  have  gentle  words  and  looks,  my  friends, 
To  spare  for  me — if  you  have  tears  to  shed 

That  I  have  suffered — keep  them  not,  I  pray, 
Until  I  hear  not,  see  not,  being  dead. 

If  you  have  flowers  to  give — fair  lily-buds, 
White  roses,  daisies,  meadow-stars,  that  be 

Mine  own  dear  namesakes — let  them  smile  and  make 
The  air,  while  yet  I  breathe  it,  sweet  for  me. 

For  loving  looks,  though  fraught  with  tenderness 
And  kindly  tears,  though  they  fall  thick  and  fast, 

And  words  of  praise,  alas  !  can  naught  avail 
To  lift  the  shadows  from  a  life  that's  past. 

And  rarest  blossoms — what  can  they  suffice, 

Offered  to  one  who  can  no  longer  gaze 
Upon  their  beauty  ?     Flowers  on   coffins  laid 

Impart  no  sweetness  to  departed  days. 

Sunday  Magazine. 


114  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Throw  dirt  enough,  and^some  will  stick. 

Archbishop  Whately. 

"Will  stick,  but  not  stain. 

John  Henry  Newman. 

Good  name  in  man  and  woman,  dear  my  lord, 

Is  the  immediate  jewel  of  their  souls  ; 

"Who  steals  my  purse  steals  trash;  'tis   something,  nothing  ; 

'Twas  mine,  'tis  his,  and  has  been  slave  to  thousands; 

But  he  that  filches  from  me  my  good  name, 

Robs  me  of  that  which  not  enriches  him, 

And  makes  me  poor  indeed. 

Shakespeare. 

You  may  get  through  the  world,  but  't  will  be  very  slow 
If  you  listen  to  all  that  is  said  as  you  go; 
You  '11  be  worried  and  fretted  and  kept  in  a  stew, 
For  meddlesome  tongues  will  have  something  to  do — 
For  people  will  talk. 

If  quiet  and  modest,  you'll  have  it  presumed 
That  your  humble  position  is  only  assumed; 
You  "re  a  wolf  in  sheep's  clothing,  or   else  you're  a  fool; 
But  don't  get  excited;   keep  perfectly  cool — 
For  people  will  talk. 

If  generous  and  noble,  they  '11  vent  out  their  spleen; 
You'll   hear   some    loud  hints   that   you  are   selfish   and 

mean; 
If  upright,  honest  and  fair  as  the  day, 
They'll  call  you  a  ro^ue  in  a  sly,  sneaking  way — 
For  people  will  talk. 

And  then,  if  you  show  the  least  boldness  of  heart, 
Or  a  slight  inclination  to  take  your  own  part, 
They  will  call  you  an  upstart,  conceited  and  vain; 
But  keep  straight  ahead,  don't  stop  to  explain — 
For  people  will  talk. 


STGXAL    LIGHTS.  115 

If  you  dress  in  the  fashion,  don't  think  to  escape, 
For  they  '11  criticise  then  in  a  different  shape; 
You're  ahead  of  your  means,  or  your  tailor's  unpaid; 
But  mind  your  own  business,  there's  naught  to  be  made — 
For  people  will  talk. 

Now  the  best  way  to  do  is  do  as  you  please; 
For  your  mind,  if  you  have  one,  will  then  be  at  ease; 
Of  course  you  will  meet  with  all  sorts  of  abuse; 
But  don't  think  to  stop,  then;  it  ain't  any  use — 
For  people  will  talk. 

Washington  Capitol. 

Not  even  a  word  may  be  uttered;  a  nervous  shrug,  a 
significant  look,  an  enforced  silence,  may  do  the  fiendish 
work,  and  the  fair  fame  of  your  more  righteous  neighbor  is 
blackened,  and  a  heart  far  nobler  than  your  own,  it  may 
be,  is  forever  crushed. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

The  worst  things  are  the  perversions  of  good  things. 
Abused  intellectual  gifts  make  the  dangerous  villain;  abused 
sensibilities  make  the  accomplished  tempter;  abused  affeo- 
tions  engender  the  keenest  of  all  misery. 

McCosh. 

I  will  tell  you  what  to  hate.  Hate  hypocrisy,  hate  cant, 
hate  intolerance,  oppression,  injustice;  hate  pharisaism;  hate 
them  as  Christ  hated  them,  with  a  deep,  living,  godlike  hatred. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

There  is  a  creature  who  ought  to  share  with  the  clerical 
cheat  the  abuse  of  the  people.  I  mean  the  clerical  jester. 
He  lays  his  hands  on  all  sacred  things.  He  is  full  of  Bible 
jests,  and  he  talks  about  the  Bible  with  jests  that  have  come 
down  from  generation  to  generation.  The  principles  which, 
if  they  mean  anything,  mean  life  and  death  to  the  soul,  he 
turns  into  material  for  jest. 

Phillips  Brooks. 


116  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Always  think  the  best  of  a  man.  To  think  the  worst  is 
the  sure  mark  of  a  mean  spirit  and  a  base  soul. 

Lord  Bolingbroke. 

Amoxg  all  the  vices  which  it  is  necessary  to  subdue  in 
order  to  build  up  the  human  character,  there  is  none  to  be 
compared,  in  strength  or  in  virulence,  with  that  of  impurity. 
It  can  outlive  and  kill  a  thousand  virtu  s;  it  can  corrupt 
the  most  generous  heart;  it  can  madden  the  sternest  intel- 
lect; it  can  debase  the  loftiest  imagination.  But  besides 
being  so  poisonous  to  character,  it  is,  above  all  others,  the 
most  difficult  to  conquer. 

Essays  and  Reviews. 

The  essential  guilt  of  suicide  is  unbelief — despair  of 
God's  love  and  goodness. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

I  could  not  waste  myself.  I  had  to  make  my  own  way 
in  the  world.  Young  men,  if  you  intend  to  win,  you  must 
work.  There  is  no  easier  road.  Howl  escaped  the  pitfalls 
set  for  the  feet  of  such  untaught  boys  as  I  was  can  only  be 
explained  one  way.  In  it  all  the  thought  of  my  mother 
and  her  prayers  had  to  my  heart  the  force  of  a  guardian 
angel's  care. 

Gov.  St.  John. 

It  is  the  quiet  worker  that  succeeds.  No  one  can  do 
his  best,  or  even  do  well,  in  the  midst  of  badinage  or  worry 
or  nagging.  Therefore,  if  you  work,  work  as  cheerily  as 
you  can.  If  you  do  not  work,  do  not  put  even  a  straw  in 
the  way  of  others.  There  are  rocks  and  pebbles  and  holes 
and  plenty  of  obstructions.  It  is  the  pleasant  word,  the 
hearty  word,  that  helps,  and  a  man  who  has  these  at  his 
command  is  sure  to  be  a  helper  to  others  in  the  highway  of 
life,  along  which  so  many  are  travelers. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  117 

Oh,  my  brethren,  this  self-confident,  this  hurrying',  un- 
ripe, aspiring-  character  which  makes  nothing  of  meditation; 
this  boldness  without  strength  and  ardor  without  depth — let 
us  bring  it  to  the  touchstone  of  our  perfect  Lord,  and  see 
how  His  character  rebukes  it. 

JEx- President  Woolsey. 

Ah,  there  be  souls  none  understand; 
Like  clouds,  they  cannot  touch  the  land, 
Drive  as  they  may  o'er  field  or  town; 
Then  we  look  wise  at  this,  and  frown, 
And  we  cry  "  Fool!  "  and  cry  "  Take  hold 
Of  earth,  and  fashion  gods  of  gold." 

Call  these  not  fools;  the  test  of  worth 
Is  not  the  hold  you  have   of  earth; 
Lo,  there  be  gentlest  souls,  sea-blown, 
That  know  not  any  harbor  known; 
And  it  may  be  the  reason  is 
They  touch  on  fairer  shore  than  this. 

Joaquin    3 filler. 

God  bless  the  cheerful  people — man,  woman  or  child,  old  or 
young,  illiterate  or  educated,  handsome  or  homely.  Over 
and  above  every  other  social  trait  stands  cheerfulness- 
What  the  sun  is  to  nature,  what  God  is  to  the  stricken 
heart  which  knows  how  to  lean  upon  Him,  are  cheerful  per- 
sons in  the  house  and  by  the  wayside.  They  go  unobtru- 
sively, unconsciously  about  their  silent  mission,  brightening 
up  society  around  them,  with  happiness  beaming  from  their 
faces.  We  love  to  sit  near  them.  We  love  the  nature  of 
their  eye,  the  tone  of  their  voice.  Little  children  find  them 
out,  oh  !  so  quickly,  amid  the  densest  crowd,  and  passing 
by  the  knitted  brow  and  compressed  lip,  glide  near,  and 
laying  a  confiding  little  hand  on  their  knee,  lift  their  clear 
young  eyes  to  those  loving  faces. 

A.  A.  Will  its,  D.D. 


IIS  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Throughout  the  entire  word  of  God,  we  are  taught  the 
sacred  duty  of  being  happy.  Be  happy,  cheerful,  rejoice- 
ful  as  we  can,  we  cannot  go  beyond  the  spirit  of  the  Gospel, 
though  we  may  go  beyond  the  requirements  of  Calvin  and 
Pascal.  To  the  devout  but  narrow  school  of  Christians, 
"  the  free  and  princely  heart  of  innocence"  may  seem  strange 
and  forbidden,  but  not  so  to  David  or  Paul.  Not  so  to 
Christ,  who,  though  "a  man  of  sorrows  and  acquainted  with 
grief,"  was  happy  and  "  rejoiced  in  spirit." 

Dean  Stanley. 

The  rarest  attainment  is  to  grow  old  happily  and  grace- 
fully. 

L.  M.  Child. 

Some  murmur  when  their  sky  is  clear 

And  wholly  bright  to  view, 
If  one  small  speck  of  dark  appear 

In  their  great  heaven  of  blue; 
And  some  with  thankful  love  are  fill'd 

If  but  one  streak  of  light — 
One  ray  of  God's  good  mercy — gild 

The  darkness  of  their  night. 

In  palaces  are  hearts  that  ask, 

In  discontent  and  pride, 
Why  life  is  such  a  dreary  task, 

And  all  good  things  denied  ? 
And  hearts  in  poorest  huts  admire 

How  love  has,  in  their  aid — 
Love  that  not  ever  seems  to  tire — 

Such  rich  provision  made. 

Archbishop  Trench. 

Gor>  smiled  when  he  put  humor  into  the  human  disposi- 
tion and  said,  "  That  is  good  !  " 

Beecher. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  119 

Kind  looks,  kind  words,  kind  acts  and  warm  hand- 
shakes— these  are  secondary  means  of  grace,  when  men  are 
in  trouble  and  are  fighting  their  unseen  battles. 

John  Hall,  D.D. 

Build  thee  more  stately  mansions,  O  my  soul, 

As  the  swift  seasons  roll  ! 

Leave  thy  low-vaulted  past ! 
Let  each  new  temple,  nobler  than  the  last, 
Shut  thee  from  heaven  with  a  dome  more  vast, 

Till  thou  at  length  art  free, 
Leaving  thine  outgrown  shell  by  life's  unresting  sea ! 

Holmes. 

God  can  and  does  render  sinners  happy  in  spite  of  their 
sins,  for  Christ's  sake,  remitting  to  them  its  penalty,  while 
its  power  is  only  partially  broken,  fostering  them,  and  re- 
joicing over  them  until  their  restoration  to  spiritual  health 
be  complete.  Anything  that  turns  the  sinner's  regard  in- 
ward on  himself  as  a  ground  of  hope,  instead  of  bidding 
him  look  to  Christ,  must  plunge  him  into  despair,  and  de- 
spair is  the  portal  of  death. 

Charles  Hodge,  D.D. 

But  when  we  in  our  viciousness  grow  hard, 

the  wise  gods  seal  our  eyes; 
In  our  own  slime  drop  our  clear  judgments,  make  us 
Adore  our  errors;  laugh  at  us,  while  we  strut 
To  our  confusion. 

Shakespeare. 

For  your  own  sakes,  brethren,  for  God's  sake,  let  your 
thought  rise.  Bid  it,  force  it  to  rise.  Think  of  the  face  of 
Jesus,  of  your  future  home  in  heaven,  of  the  loved  ones  who 
have  gone  before  you.  Think  of  all  that  has  ever  cheered, 
quickened,  braced  you.  In  such  thoughts,  to  such  thoughts, 
Jesus  will  assuredly  and  increasingly  reveal  himself. 

Liddon — to  the  Students  of  Oxford. 


120  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Even  this  vein  of  laughing,  as  I  could  produce  out  of 
grave  authors,  hath  oftentimes  a  strong  and  sinewy  force  in 
teaching  and  confuting. 

Milton. 

It  is  one  of  the  heaviest  penalties  of  wrong  thinking  and 
of  wrong  living,  that  they  blur,  if  they  do  not  obliterate,  the 
very  perception  of  good  and  evil. 

Mary  Clemmer. 

Patience  and  strength  are  what  we  need  ;  an  earnest  use 
of  what  we  have  now;  and  all  the  time  an  earnest  discon- 
tent until  we  come  to  what  we  ought  to  be. 

Phillips  Brooks. 


XIII. 
SIGNAL  LIGHTS. 

CONCLUDED. 

Count  that  day  lost  whose  low,  descending  sun, 
Views  from  thy  hand  no  worthy  action  done. 


The  earth  is  fringed  and  carpeted,  not  with  forests,  but 
with  grasses.  Only  see  that  you  have  enough  of  little  vir- 
tues and  common  fidelities,  and  you  need  not  mourn  because 
you  are  neither  a  renowned  hero  nor  a  saint. 


Do  what  thou  dost  as  if  the  stake  wore  heaven, 
And  that  thy  last  deed  ere  the  judgment  day. 

King  shy. 

One  day  thou  wilt  be  Most, 
So  still  obey  the  guiding  hand  that  fends 
Thee  safely  through  these  wonders  for  sweet  ends. 

Keats. 


SIGXAL    LiGHTS.  121 

Opposition  may  become  sweet  to  a  man  when  he  has 
ohristened  it  persecution. 

George  Eliot. 

Habits  are  soon  assumed,  but  when  we  strive 
To  strip  them  off,  'tis  being  flayed  alive. 

Cowper. 

Choose  that  which  is  best,  and  custom  will  make  it  most 
agreeable. 

J.  W.  Scott,  D.D. 

A  man  has  no  more  right  to  say  an  uncivil  thing  than  to 

act  one. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 

Tins  world  is  a  solemn  fact;  we  are  in  it,  passing  through 
it.  Let  us  try  to  understand  its  mysteries;  let  us  think 
much  of  its  responsibilities;  let  us  ponder  the  thoughts  of 
the  inquiring  minds  of  all  ages;  let  us  prize  all  the  light 
we  have  from  man,  from  God,  so  that  we  may  be  guided 
aright  amid  its  perils  and  changing  experiences. 

Alexander  Reed,  D.D. 

I  have  warred  with  you,  I  have  been  your  enemy,  but 
now,  when  war  is  over,  we  speak  the  same  language,  wor- 
ship the  same  God — and  let  us  be  friends. 

George  the  III.  to  John  Adams. 

"We  figure  to  ourselves 
The  thing  we  like,  and  then  we  build  it  up 
As  chance  will  have  it,  on  the  rock  or  sand; 
For  thought  is  tired  of  wandering  o'er  the  world, 
And  home-bound  fancy  runs  her  bark  ashore. 

Henry  Taylor. 

A  man's  best  things  are  nearest  him — 
Lie  close  about  his  feet. 

Richard  Moncton  Jfibies. 


122  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

Lean  not  on  one  mind  constantly, 
Lest  where  one  stood  before,  two  fall; 

Something  hath  God  to  say  to  thee 
Worth  hearing  from  the  lips  of  all. 

Owen  Meredith. 

I  thought  ten  thousand  swords  must  have  leaped  from 
their  scabbards  to  avenge  even  a  look  that  threatened  her 
[Marie  Antoinette]  with  insult.  But  the  age  of  chivalry  is 
gone. 

Burke,  on  the  French  Revolution. 

There  is  no  transaction  which  offers  stronger  temptations 
to  fallacy  and  sophistication,  than  epistolary  intercourse. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 

Twenty  Christians  can  fight  heroically,  where  one  can 
Buffer  greatly,  and  be  strong  and  still. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler,  D.D. 

Good  has  but  one  enemy,  the  evil;  but  the  evil  has  two 
enemies,  the  good  and  itself. 

Julius  Muller. 

The  wicked  would  be  too  well  off  if  their  evil  deeds  came 
to  an  end. 

Socrates. 

History  proves  that  although  woman,  swayed  by  lofty 
impulses,  approaches  the  angels,  yet  when  yielding  to  a 
master-passion,  she  is  capable  of  a  refinement  of  wicked- 
ness which  men  never  attain. 

Macaulay. 

A  woman  is  naturally  as  different  from  a  man  as  a  flower 
from  a  tree;  she  has  more  beauty  and  more  fragrance,  but 
less  strength;  she  will  be  fitted  for  the  rough  and  thorny 
walk  of  the  masculine  professions  when  she  has  got  a  rough 
beard,  a  brazen  front,  and  hard  skin,  but  no  sooner. 

Prof.  J.  S.  Blachie. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  123 

So  far  from  wishing  to  give  votes  to  women,  I  would  fain 
take  them  away  from  most  men. 

Huskin. 

Thi:  heights  by  great  men  reached  and  kept 
Were  not  attained  by  sudden  flight, 

But  they,  while  their  companions  slept, 
Were  toiling  upward  in  the  night. 

Longfellow. 

Men  always  have  strength  given  them  to  carry  out  their 
convictions;  they  have  not  strength  given  them  to  carry  out 
their  aspirations.  Uo  not  complain  that,  because  you  can- 
not live  up  to  your  aspirations,  you  cannot  live  up  to  prin- 
ciples; that  because  your  ideal  vanishes  on  contact  with 
the  necessities  of  daily  existence,  therefore  it  is  impossible 
to  act  on  conviction. 


Leave  the  young  hearts  to  nature  and  to  God. 
Leave  the  young  tendrils  where  they  will  to  twine; 
"Where  violets  blossom,  and  white  snowdrops  nod, 
Fall  April  dews,  where  April's  sunlights  shine; 
Gathered  the  ripened  corn,  if  yet  some  ears 
Are  left  for  faltering  hand  and  patient  care; 
But  for  the  darlings  of  decaying  years, 
Leave  them  alone  in  all  save  love  and  prayer. 

All  the  Year  Hound. 

There  is  no  sadness  so  unutterable  as  that  which  comes 
of  the  self-destruction  of  our  youthful  prophecies;  of  the 
change  of  exultation,  as  years  go  on,  into  slothfulness  and 
depression.  It  is  a  terrible  thing  to  look  back,  an  outworn 
man,  upon  the  past  and  be  ashamed  of  your  early  inspira- 
tion; to  see  our  bright-haired  youth  go  by  us  like  a  phan- 
tom, and  to  hide  our  face  and  cry,  "That  is  what  I  was — 
what  might  I  not  have  been  ?" 

Stopford  A.  BrooJce. 


124  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Women  who  can  reign  in  monarchies  ought  to  vote  in  re- 
publics. 

G.  F.  Train. 

True  to  the  promise  of  thy  far-off  youth, 
When  all  who  loved  thee,  for  thee  prophesied 
A  grand,  full  life,  devoted  to  the  truth, 
A  noble  cause  by  suffering  sanctified. 
True  to  all  beauties  of  the  poet  thought 
Which  made  thy  youth  so  eloquent  and  sweet; 
True  to  all  duties  which  thy  manhood  brought 
To  take  the  room  of  fancies  light  and  fleet. 
True  to  the  steadfast  walk  and  narrow  way, 
Which  thy  forefathers  of  the  covenant  trod  ! 
True  to  thy  friend  in  foul  or  sunny  day, 
True  to  thy  home,  thy  country  and  thy  God  ! 
True  to  the  world,  which  still  is  false  to  thee, 
And  true  to  all — as  thou  art  true  to  me. 

All  the  Year  Mound. 

We  cannot  say  to  any  young  man  :  "  Do  not  play  billiards 
— it  is  wrong  to  do  so;"  because  we  have  no  warrant  to 
make  such  a  statement.  No  one  has.  To  affirm  that  to  be 
wrong,  which  is  not  in  itself  wrong,  which  may  be  practised 
with  the  most  perfect  innocence,  with  the  most  warrantable 
enjoyment,  is  a  dogmatism  of  the  w^orst  kind  which  can 
only  breed  that  moral  confusion  in  the  minds  of  the  yount:, 
which  is  a  direct  parent  of  vice.  Whenever  the  moral 
vision  is  clouded  and  sees  only  in  a  maze,  there  is  no  secu- 
rity for  right  principle  or  consistent  conduct.  We  do  not 
venture  to  say  this,  therefore  ;  but  we  venture  to  say  to 
every  young  man  :  "It  is  not  good  for  you  to  indulge  much 
in  such  an  amusement.  You  can  only  do  this  at  the  expense 
of  higher  considerations.  Many  other  amusements  are  bet- 
ter, more  healthful  in  themselves,  and  more  free  from  dan- 
gerous associations.'' 

Tulloch. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  125 

How  beautiful  is  youth!  how  bright  it  gleams 
With  its  illusions,  aspirations,  dreams! 
Book  of  beginning,  story  without  end, 
Each  maid  a  heroine,  and  each  man  a  friendl 
Aladdin's  Lamp,  and  Fortunatus'  Purse 
That  holds  the  treasures  of  the  universe! 
All  possibilities  are  in  its  hands, 
No  danger  daunts  it.  and  no  foe  withstands; 
In  its  sublime  audacity  of  faith, 
'Be  thou  removed!'  it  to  the  mountain  saith, 
And  with  ambitious  feet,  secure  and  proud, 
Ascends  the  ladder  leaning  on  the  cloud. 

Longfellow. 

Why  are  we  so  impatient  of  delay, 

Longing  forever  for  the  time  to  be? 
For  this  we  live  to-morrow  in  to-day, 

Yea,  sad  to-morrow  we  may  never  see. 

We  are  too  hasty;  are  not  reconciled 
To  let  kind  nature  do  her  work  alone; 

We  plant  our  seed,  and  like  a  foolish  child 
We  dig  it  up  to  see  if  it  has  grown. 

The  good  that  is  to  be  we  covet  now, 
We  cannot  wait  for  the  appointed  hour; 

Before  the  fruit  is  ripe  we  shake  the  bou^-h, 
And  seize  the  bud  that  folds  away  the  flower. 

When  midnight  darkness  reigns  we  do  not  see 
That  the  sad  night  is  mother  of  the  morn; 

We  cannot  think  our  own  sharp  agony 
May  be  the  birth  pang  of  a  joy  unborn. 

Into  the  dust  we  see  our  idols  cast, 

And  cry  that  death  hath  triumphed,  life  is  void! 

We  do  not  trust  the  promise,  that  the  last 
Of  all  our  enemies  shall  be  destroyed! 


126  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

With  rest  almost  in  sight  the  spirit  faints, 
And  heart  and  flesh  grow  weary  at  the  last; 

Our  feet  would  walk  the  city  of  the  saints, 
Even  before  the  silent  gate  is  passed. 

Teach  us  to  wait  until  Thou  shalt  appear — 

To  know  that  all  Thy  ways  and  times  are  just : 

Thou  seest  that  we  do  believe,  and  fear, 
Lord,  make  us  also  to  believe  and  trust! 

Phebe  Cory. 

The  benefits  of  college  training  are  five-fold:  it  gives  a 
general  survey  of  the  broad  fields  of  knowledge;  it  gives 
mental  discipline;  it  excites,  by  rivalry,  to  exertion;  it 
brings  the  student  in  contact  with  minds  of  the  greatest 
culture  and  strength,  representative  minds,  specialists,  lead- 
ers, masters  in  every  department  of  human  thought;  and  it 
inspires  a  man  to  continued  study. 

J.  H.  Vincent,  I).D. 

There  are  two  little  words  in  our  language  which  I  al- 
ways admired — Try  and  Trust.  You  know  not  what  you 
can  or  cannot  effect  until  you  try;  and  if  you  make  your 
trials  in  the  exercise  of  trust  in  God,  mountains  of  imagin- 
ary difficulties  will  vanish  as  you  approach  them,  and  facili- 
ties will  be  afforded  which  you  never  anticipated. 

Samuel  Smiles. 

It  is  said  that  at  the  battle  of  Shiloh,  an  Indiana  colonel, 
seeing  his  regiment  was  becoming  confused  and  demoral- 
ized, and  was  firing  at  random,  ordered  his  men  to  fall  into 
line,  put  them  through  a  regular  drill,  and  thus  restored 
their  aim  and  steadiness  in  battle.  And  so  must  we  do  in 
the  battle  of  life.  When  pressed  upon  and  confused  by  the 
noise  and  tumult  of  the  conflict,  we  must  return  again  to 
the  simplest  duties,  and  steady  our  hearts  by  humblest  trust 
and  hope  in  God. 

George  C.  Heckman,  D.D. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS. 


127 


Strengthen  the  basis  of  the  school  system  before  you 
increase  the  superstructure.  Teach  fewer  things,  but  teach 
them  so  they  will  be  absolutely  known.  Make  the  course 
of  study  more  compact  and  manageable;  postpone  the  ac- 
complishments; banish  even  science  and  drawing,  and  first 
give  the  child  what  will  be  essential  for  the  practical  busi- 
ness of  life,  and  a  basis  for  self-improvement. 

White  I  arc  Reid. 

"  Froebelism:,"  or  the  Kindergarten  system  of  education, 
starts  with  the  idea  that  in  the  school-room  there  is  nothing 
so  valuable  as  the  child  himself.  The  child  is  more  than  all 
the  books — than  all  the  furniture.  The  child  is  the  product 
of  God,  and  there  can  be  nothing  better.  It  can  see  what 
the  telescope  and  microscope  never  can  see.  "We  can  only 
unfold  the  child's  mind  according  to  the  laws  of  nature. 
"We  mar  it  if  we  attempt  to  push  it.  It  is  this  fact  that  the 
present  system  of  education  overlooks.  The  "  cramming  " 
process  is  unscientific  because  it  ignores  the  laws  of  devel- 
opment. 

J.  B.  Bitting  er,  D.B. 

The  great  end  of  education  is  not  information,  but  per- 
sonal vigor  and  character.  What  makes  the  practical  man 
is  not  the  well-informed  man,  but  the  alert,  disciplined,  self- 
commanded  man.  There  have  been  highly  trained  and  ac- 
complished men  in  days  when  a  knowledge  of  geography 
hardly  went  beyond  the  islands  and  mainland  of  the  Levant. 
There  were  powerfid  English  writers  long  before  Lindley 
Murray  wrote  his  Latinized  English  grammar.  What 
should  be  understood  thoroughly  is,  that  cramming  is  not 
education.  It  is  a  mistake  to  cover  too  much  ground,  and 
to  seek  to  make  youth  conversant  simply  with  the  largest 
number  of  studies.  Let  them  learn  a  few  things  and  learn 
them  well.  Let  the  personal  influence  of  the  teacher  be 
relied  upon  rather  than  books  and  elaborated  methods. 

Philadelphia  Press. 


12S  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Health  is  nerve,  and  nerve  is  man.  The  whole  man- 
hood lies  in  the  brain  and  nerve  system.  Besides  that,  there 
is  nothing  but  animal;  and  whatever  sucks  it  dry,  whatever 
fevers  it  and  whatever  tends  to  carry  it  beyond  the  point  of 
sober  health,  makes  trouble  where  there  is  no  trouble  ;  and 
makes  trouble  more  burdensome;  and  makes  burdens  heavier; 
and  disqualifies  men  for  bearing  things  that  are  real  troubles. 

Beecher. 

A  collegiate  education  has  this  distinction  and  privilege: 
it  is  systematic  education,  education  systematically  contrived 
with  a  view  to  bring  out  and  cultivate  in  the  best  manner 
all  the  faculties,  neither  neglecting  any  nor  exaggerating 
any.  Provided  it  does  this  eiFcctively,  it  accomplishes  so 
far  as  it  goes,  the  great  purpose  of  a  general  and  prepara- 
tory equipment.  Here,  then,  is  a  sufficient  answer  to  the 
shallow  but  popular  objection  that  many  things  studied  in 
colleges,  have  no  direct  bearing  in  after  life. 

Theodore  Woolsey. 

Nearly  one  hundred  years  ago,  there  was  a  day  of  re- 
markable gloom  and  darkness,  still  known  as  the  Dark  Day 
— a  day  when  the  light  of  the  sun  was  slowly  extinguished 
as  if  by  an  eclipse.  The  Legislature  of  Connecticut  was  in 
session,  and  as  the  members  saw  the  unexpected  and  unac- 
countable darkness  coming  on,  they  shared  in  the  general 
awe  and  terror.  It  was  supposed  by  many  that  the  last  day, 
the  day  of  judgment  had  come.  Some  one,  in  the  conster- 
nation of  the  hour,  moved  an  adjournment.  Then  there 
arose  an  old  Puritan  legislator,  Davenport  Stanford,  who 
said  that  if  the  last  day  had  come  he  desired  to  be  found  at 
his  post  of  duty,  and  therefore  moved  that  candles  be 
brought  so  that  the  House  could  proceed  with  its  business. 
So,  my  son,  when  in  the  conflict  of  life  the  cloud  and  the 
darkness  come,  stand  unflinchingly  by  your  post;  remain 
faithful  to  the  discharge  of  your  duty. 

Gen.  Robert  E.  Lee. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS. 


129 


Woe  to  the  nation  that  leaves  the  education  of  its  young 
to  the  professional  teacher. 

Miss  Mary  F.  Eastman. 

A  masterpiece  excites  no  sudden  enthusiasm  ;  it  must  be 
studied  much  and  long  before  it  is  fully  comprehended;  we 
must  grow  up  to  it,  for  it  will  not  descend  to  us.  Its  influ- 
ence is  less  sudden,  more  lasting.  Its  emphasis  grows  with 
familiarity.  We  never  become  disenchanted;  we  ate  more 
and  more  awe-struck  at  its  infinite  wealth.  We  discover  no 
trick,  for  there  is  none  to  discover.  Homer,  Shakespeare, 
Raphael,  Beethoven,  Mozart,  never  storm  the  judgment; 
but  once  fairly  in  possession,  they  retain  it  with  increasing 
influence. 

Lewes  ("  Life  of  Goethe"). 

The  best  thoughts  of  the  day  ought  to  be  in  the  daily 
papers.  They  are  the  educators  of  the  age.  They  reach 
everybody.  We  do  not  want  to  make  them  religious,  for 
then  only  religious  people  would  read  them.  We  want 
them  to  be,  as  they  now  are,  mirrors  of  the  times.  But  we 
want  to  try  and  get  before  them,  and  get  them  to  reflect, 
that  which  is  noblest,  and  not  that  which  is  basest, — that 
which  is  purest  and  not  that  which  is  vilest. 

E.  0.  Babb,  TJ.l). 

Sunday  papers  are  now  like  huge  carts,  going  about 
through  the  streets  of  our  cities  during  the  week,  gathering 
up  all  the  moral  garbage  and  filth  they  can  find,  whether 
from  the  city  or  country,  to  pour  it  out,  garnished  with  all 
the  pungency  of  low  wit,  and  prurient  fancy,  and  perverted 
genius,  to  the  gaze  of  the  young  and  the  old. 

Pittsburgh  Catholic. 

Cheap  books  are  a  necessity,  and  a  necessity  which  need 
bring,  moreover,  no  loss  to  either  authors  or  publishers. 

Michel  Levy. 
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130  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  max  cannot  choose  his  own  life.  He  cannot  say  :  "  I 
will  take  existence  lightly,  ;;nd  keep  out  of  the  way  of  the 
wretched,  mistaken,  energetic  creatures  who  fight  so  hearti- 
ly in  the  great  battle."  He  cannot  say  :  "  I  will  stop  in  the 
tents  while  the  strife  is  fought,  and  laugh  at  the  fools  who 
are  trampled  down  in  the  useless  struggle."  He  cannot  do 
this.  He  can  only  do,  humbly  and  fearfully,  that  which  the 
Maker  who  created  him  has  appointed  for  him  to  do.  If  he 
has  a  battle  to  fight,  let  him  fight  it  faithfully.  But  woe 
betide  him  if  he  skulks  when  his  name  is  called  in  the 
mighty  muster-roll!  woe  betide  him  if  he  hides  in  the  tents 
when  the  tocsin  summons  him  to  the  scene  of  war! 

Miss  M.  E.  Braddon. 

The  power  to  converse  well  is  a  very  great  charm.  You 
think  anybody  can  talk  ?  How  mistaken  you  are.  Any- 
body can  chatter.  Anybody  can  exchange  idle  gossip. 
Anybody  can  recapitulate  the  troubles  of  the  kitchen,  the 
cost  of  the  last  new  dress,  and  the  probable  doings  of  the 
neighbors.  But  to  talk  wisely,  instructively,  freshly  and 
delightfully,  is  an  immense  acomplishment.  it  implies  ex- 
ertion, observation,  study  of  books  and  people,  and  recep- 
tivity of  impression. 

Husk  in. 

The  honk-canvasser  is  a  missionary  of  culture;  his  pro- 
spectus is  more  honorable  than   the  sword. 

J.  D.  (f  Connor. 

Tin-:  fierce  confederate  storm 
Of  sorrow  barricadoed  evermore 

Within  the  walls  of  cities. 

Words'i-orth. 

Christ  should  be  the  diamond  in  the  bosom  of  every 
sermon. 

Thomas  H.  Skhxntr.  D.D. 


SIGNAL    LIGHTS.  131 

Every  calling  is  constantly  making  a  silent,  invisible 
draft  on  the  talent  and  energy  of  the  country,  which  is 
strong  or  weak  in  proportion  to  the  attractiveness  of  the 
prizes  which  it  offers,  and  men  make  up  their  minds  whether 
to  enter  it  or  not  at  an  age  while  choice  is  still  free,  and 
when  ambition  and  hope  are  still  free.  They  do  not,  how- 
ever, publish  their  reasons  for  going  into  any  particular 
calling  or  put  them  on  record  anywhere;  but  everybody 
who  knows  young  men  knows  what  they  are.  Men  begin- 
nii  _r  life  do  not  ask  for  certainties,  but  they  do  ask  for  a 
:':;:r  chance  of  pecuniary  ease  and  social  consideration  if  the 
prospect  of  wealth  be  wanting  ;  and  year  by  year  and  gen- 
eration to  generation  the  ability  of  the  community  turns 
away  from  professions  in  which  this  chance  is  small. 

The  Nation. 

Remorse  may  disturb  the  slumbers  of  a  man  who  is 
dabbling  with  his  first  experiences  of  wrong;  and  when  the 
pleasure  has  been  tasted  and  is  gone,  and  nothing  is  left  of 
the  crime  but  the  ruin  which  it  has  wrought,  then  too  the 
furies  take  their  seats  upon  the  midnight  pillow.  But  the 
meridian  of  evil  is,  for  the  most  part,  left  unvexed;  and 
when  a  man  has  chosen  his  road,  he  is  left  alone  to  follow  it 
to  the  end. 

Froude. 

Hearts  more  or  less,  I  suppose  we  have,  but  we  keep 
them  so  close-cased  and  padlocked — we  wear  an  outside  so 
hard  or  dry — that  little  or  none  of  the  love  that  may  be 
within  escapes  to  gladden  those  around  us.  And  so  life 
passes  without  any  of  the  sweetening  to  society  that  comes 
when  affection  is  not  only  felt  but  expressed.  And  we  are 
poorer,  for  love  unexpressed  brings  no  reward.  The  prin- 
ciple of  the  parable  of  the  buried  talent  underlies  this 
matter. 

B  etcher. 


132  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Looking  over  the  world  on  a  broad  scale,  do  we  not  find 
that  public  entertainments  have  very  generally  been  the 
sops  thrown  out  by  the  engrossing  upper  classes  to  keep  the 
lower  classes  from  inquiring  too  particularly  into  their 
rights,  and  to  make  them  satisfied  with  a  stone,  when  it  was 
not  quite  convenient  to  give  them  bread  ?  Wherever  there 
is  a  class  that  is  to  be  made  content  to  be  plundered  of  its 
rights,  there  is  an  abundance  oi'  fiddling  and  dancing;  and 
amusements,  public  and  private,  are  in  great  requisition. 
It  may  also  be  set  down,  I  think,  as  a  general  axiom,  that 
people  feel  the  need  of  amusements  less  and  less,  precisely 
in  proportion  as  they  have  solid  reasons  for  being  happy. 

Harriet  Beecher  Stowe. 


XIV. 

PULPIT  TOKCHES. 

That  a  man  stand  and  speak  of  spiritual  things  to  men! 
It  is  beautiful;  even  in  its  great  obscuration  and  decadence, 
it  is  among  the  beautifullest,  most  touching  objects  one  sees 
on  the  earth.  This  speaking  man  has  indeed,  in  these 
times,  wandered  terribly  from  the  point;  has,  alas,  as  it 
were,  totally  lost  sight  of'  the  point!  yet,  at  bottom,  whom 
have  we  to  compare  with  him?  I  wish  he  could  find  the 
point  again,  this  speaking  one,  and  stick  to  it  with  tenacity, 
with  deadly  energy,  for  there  is  need  of  him  yet! 

Carlyle. 

Modern  preaching  has  become,  alas  !  too  often,  a  mere 
professional  solemnity  on  the  one  hand,  and  a  respectful 
non-attention  on  the  other. 

Iiev.  Dr.  Hamilton. 


PULPIT    TOECHES.  133 

It  is  the  province  of  the  preachers  of  Christianity  to  de- 
velope  the  connection  between  this  world  and  the  next;  to 
watch  over  the  beginnings  of  a  course  which  will  endure 
forever,  and  to  trace  the  broad  shadows  cast  from  imperish- 
able realities  on  the  shifting  scenery  of  earth. 

N.  Y.  Herald. 

Without  treasures  of  thought,  without  solid  convictions, 
without  a  feeling  of  strength,  with  nothing  but  feverish 
haste  and  that  poorest  of  gifts,  the  gift  of  words  flattering 
and  belittling  borrowed  thoughts,  some  leap  into  the  pulpit, 
as  if  it  were  heroic  rather  than  foolhardy  to  take  responsi- 
bilities to  which  they  were  not  equal,  as  if  a  call  consisted 
of  bold  desire. 

Ex-President  Woolsey. 

The  sermon  is  now  the  true  poppy  of  literature. 

David  Swing. 

Affectation  is  bad  enough  anywhere;  in  the  pulpit  it  is 
intolerable. 

Edinburgh  Review. 

If  it  has  pleased  God  to  save  men  by  "  the  foolishness  of 
preaching,  "  it  has  not  been  by  choosing  fools  to  be  preachers. 

Gail  Hamilton. 

On,  it  were  a  nobler  triumph  of  the  modern  pulpit  to  see 
men  of  strong  principles  and  self-controlling  wisdom  gath- 
ering round  them  the  most  boisterous  elements  of  our  social 
atmosphere,  conducting  the  lightnings  with  which  its  dark- 
est thunder-clouds  are  charged,  and  showing  to  the  nation 
they  have  saved  that  the  preaching  of  the  cross  is  still  the 
power  of  God. 

Beecher. 

Reading  sermons  is  official,  pedantic,  heartless.  In 
speaking  without  notes  there  is  earnestness,  reality,  power. 

Parker's  "  Ad  Clemm." 


134  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

And  as  a  bird  each  fond  endearment  tries 
To  tempt  its  new-fledged  offspring  to  the  skies, 
He  tried  each  art,  reproved  each  dull  delay, 
Allured  to  brighter  worlds,  and  led  the  way. 

Goldsmith. 

Preaching  to  the  conscience  appeals  to  the  reason  with- 
out falling  into  rationalism;  to  the  fears  without  producing 
terrorism;  to  the  feelings  without  falling  into  sentimental- 
ism;  and  arouses  the  intellect  without  leading  to  scholasti- 
cism. Man's  conscience  when  rightly  touched  is  always  on 
the  side  of  truth. 

Princeton  Review. 

Harm  is  done  by  everything  which  tends  to  vulgarize  re- 
ligion. Religion  is  the  highest  and  most  solemn  concern  of 
man.  Anything  like  an  adequate  conception  of  God  will 
inspire  a  religious  assembly  and  a  preacher  with  profound 
awe.  Everything  that  savors  of  levity  or  flippancy  in  con- 
nection with  this  subject,  ought  to  excite  the  deepest  repug- 
nance. 

"  Tis  pitiful 
To  court  a  grin  when  you  should  woo  a  smile," 

The  intrusion  of  low  wit  into  the  teaching  of  religion  is 
unspeakably  disgusting  to  a  reverent  mind.  Namby- 
pamby  songs  may  not  be  offensive  in  the  same  degree,  but 
they  are  offensive.  Whatever  tends  to  abase  the  majesty 
of  religion,  and  invest  the  word  of  God  and  the  truths  of  the 
Gospel  with  mean  and  vulgar  associations,  is  not  only  re- 
volting in  itself  but  is  baneful  in  its  influence.  How  plain 
and  simple  are  the  teachings  of  Christ!  A  child  can  under- 
stand Him.  Yet  the  New  Testament  is  in  the  highest  style 
of  thought.  There  is  nothing  low,  nothing  grotesque. 
What  a  divine  seriousness  and  beauty  belong  to  the  beati- 
tudes, to  the  precepts  of  the  Sermon  on  the  Mount,  to  the 
oarables  of  our  Lord!  


PULPIT    TORCHES.  135 

Send  your  audience  away  with  a  desire  for,  and  an  im- 
pulse towards,  spiritual  improvement,  or  your  preaching  will 
be  a  failure.     Preach  to  the  conscience. 

Goulburn. 

If  a  minister  can  convince  the  people  in  the  first  five 
minutes  that  he  only  aims  to  save  their  souls,  he  will  kill  all 
the  critics  in  the  house. 

Moody. 

Character  in  a  preacher  is  the  very  force  in  the  bow 
that  launches  the  arrow.  It  is  the  latent  heat  behind  the 
words  that  gives  them  direction  and  projectile  force. 

Z.  M.  Humphrey,  D.D. 

The  great  reason  why  we  have  so  little  good  preaching  is 
that  we  have  so  little  piety.  To  be  eloquent  one  must  be 
earnest;  he  must  not  only  act  as  if  he  were  in  earnest,  or 
try  to  be  in  earnest — he  must  be  in  earnest,  or  he  cannot  be 
effective. 

J,  W.  Alexander,  D.D. 

One  word  spoken  in  the  pulpit  when  faith  is  strong  and 
the  heart  is  at  peace  with  God,  is  worth  a  thousand  words 
spoken  in  unbelief  and  sin. 

Spurgeon. 

Oh,  if  every  one  could  put  his  arms  round  one  other  one, 
and  save  him  from  perdition,  it  would  be  worth  a  lifetime  of 
exertion.  If  you  can  lie  down  upon  the  bed  of  death,  and 
ask,  of  what  avail  has  been  my  living?  and  only  one  re- 
deemed by  your  agency,  only  one  shall  stand  before  you, 
only  one  upon  whom  you  can  fix  your  dying  eyes,  and  feel, 
God  has  given  me  that  as  a  seal  to  my  ministry,  oh  it  were 
enough  !  It  were  enough,  for  the  redemption  of  one  human 
soul — when  we  consider  what  man  is — worth  all  God's  ma- 
terial universe,  is  worth  a  lifetime  of  toil  and  self-denial   to 

accomplish. 

John  13.  Gough. 


136  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Preaching  may  be  compared  to  lightning,  of  which  it  is 
said  there  are  three  kinds — the  flash,  the  zig-zag  and  the 
slant.  The  flash  looks  brilliant,  lights  up  the  sky,  and  peo- 
ple gaze  at  it  with  wonder.  The  zig-zag  is  here,  and  there, 
and  everywhere,  darting  from  cloud  to  cloud  without  any 
apparent  object  or  effect.  But  the  slant  sends  the  bolt 
right  down  to  the  earth,  and  rives  the  gnarled  oak,  and  is 
mighty  through  God  to  the  pulling  down  of  strongholds. 

Enoch  Pond,  D.D. 

Speak  the  truth;  let  it  fall  upon  the  hearts  of  men  with 
all  the  imparted  energy  by  which  the  spirit  gives  it  power; 
but  speak  the  truth  in  love. 

Jttev.  William  Morley  Punshon. 

Pack  your  sermons.  Let  your  introduction  be  a  rifle- 
shot at  the  theme.  Jump  at  once  in  medias  res  and  say 
your  best  things  first,  and  be  sure  to  stop  when  you  get 
through. 

Wm.  31.  Paxton,  D.D. 

It  is  a  common  saying  that  religion  has  nothing  to  do 
with  politics,  and  particularly  there  is  a  strong  feeling  cur- 
rent against  all  interference  with  politics  by  the  ministers 
of  religion.  But  to  say  that  religion  has  nothing  to  do  with 
politics,  is  to  assert  that  which  is  simply  false.  It  wore  as 
wise  to  say  that  the  atmosphere  has  nothing  to  do  with  the 
principles  of  architecture.  Religion  is  the  vital  air  of  every 
question.  Directly,  it  determines  nothing — indirectly,  it 
conditions  every  problem  that  can  arise. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Wherever  God  erects  a  house  of  prayer, 
The  devil  always  builds  a  chapel  there; 
And  'twill  be  found,  upon  examination, 
The  latter  has  the  largest  congregation. 

Defoe. 


PULPIT    TOECHES.  137 


A  man"  may  cry  church  !  church  !  at  every  word, 
With  no  more  piety  than  other  people; 

A  daw's  not  reckoned  a  religious  bird 

Because  it  keeps  a-cawing  from  the  steeple. 

Hood. 

The  pulpit  plagiarist  ruins  his  style.  He  is  one  man 
one  week,  another  man  the  next.  He  is  South  the  first  Sun- 
day of  the  month,  Barrow  the  second  ;  the  third,  he  roars 
with  Spurgeon;  the  fourth,  he  adopts  the  conversational 
method  of  Newman  Hall ;  he  opens  the  next  month  with 
Robertson,  then  assumes  the  glitter  and  elaborate  style  of 
Bascomb,  then  attempts  the  description  of  Simpson,  and  clo- 
ses with  Beecher  or  Talmage.  "What  personal  style  can  he  de- 
velop? What  custom  is  he  fitting  to  himself?  None.  He 
is  a  being  of  slabs,  each  from  a  separate  quarry,  and  as  di- 
verse as  porphyry  and  gray  free-stone.  Sometimes  he 
puts  all  these  into  one  sermon. 

Rev.  J.  M.  Buckley. 

I  am  sick  of  opinions.  I  weary  to  hear  them.  My 
soul  loathes  this  frothy  food.  Give  me  solid  and  substantial 
religion.  Give  me  an  humble,  gentle  lover  of  God  and 
man;  a  man  full  of  mercy  and  good  fruits,  "  without  partiality 
and  without  hypocrisy;"  a  man  laying  himself  out  in  the 
work  of  faith,  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 
Let  my  soul  be  with  these  Christians,  wheresoever  they  are 
and  whatsoever  opinion  they  are  of. 

John    Wesley. 

Christ  fits  his  ministers,  through  manifold  experience  of 
sorrow  and  pain,  for  the  highest  service.  He  writes  their 
best  sermons  for  them  on  their  own  hearts  by  the  sharp 
stylus  of  trial.  Such  as  he  would  make  most  eminent  in 
his  service,  he  takes  farthest  with  him  into  Gethsemane. 

W.  M.  Taylor,  D.D. 


138  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  an  endless  merit  in  a  man's  knowing  when  to 
have  done.  The  stupidest  man,  if  lie  will  be  brief  in  pro- 
portion, may  fairly  claim  some  hearing  from  us;  he,  too,  the 
stupidest  man,  has  seen  something,  heard  something  which 
is  his  own,  distinctly  peculiar,  never  seen  or  heard  by  any 
man  in  this  world  before;  let  him  tell  us  that — he,  brief  in 
proportion,  shall  be  welcome. 

Carlyle. 

Ask  you  where  the  place  of  religious  might  is?  Not  the 
place  of  religious  privileges — not  where  prayers  are  daily, 
and  sacraments  monthly — not  where  sermons  are  so  abund- 
ant as  to  pall  upon  the  pampered  taste,  but  on  the  hillside 
with  the  Covenanter;  in  the  wilderness  with  John  the  Bap- 
tist; in  our  own  dependencies,  where  the  liturgy  is  rarely 
heard  and  Christian  friends  meet  at  the  end  of  months; 
there,  amid  manifold  disadvantages,  when  the  soul  is  thrown 
upon  itself,  a  few  kindred  spirits  and  God,  grow  up  those 
heroes  of  faith,  like  the  centurion,  whose  linn  conviction 
wins  admiration  even  from  the  Son  of  God  himself. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

We  want  originality  and  authority  in  our  preaching,  and 
we  can  only  get  them  by  being  deeply  imbued  with  the 
Scriptures.  We  must  master  their  structure  and  meaning 
and  must  drink  deep  of  their  inspiration.  And  to  be  effect- 
ive in  this  age  of  the  world,  when  mind  is  so  active  and 
men's  taste  is  so  cultivated,  our  pulpit  style  must  have  the 
three  great  properties  of  plainness,  beauty  and  force. 

Shedd. 

The  preservation  of  the  ministry  in  the  face  and  in  the 
midst  of  many  trials,  difficulties  and  discouragements,  in  the 
midst  of  want,  perplexity,  hardship  and  sorrow,  is  one  of 
the  most  convincing  proofs  of  the  divinity  of  the  Christian 
religion. 

Cyrus  Dickson,  D.D. 


PULPIT    TORCHES.  139 

It  is  a  fitting  opportunity  to  advert  to  the  fact  that  a  re- 
vival of  religion  has  at  length  come  to  express  but  one  sin- 
gle idea.  The  only  idea  that  phrase  suggests  to  most  minds, 
is  the  idea  of  increase  of  numbers.  There  are  important 
consequences  distinctly  traceable  to  this  error.  It  has 
created  in  many  minds  a  sort  of  mania  for  mere  acquisition 
of  numbers;  it  has  created  an  artificial  standard  of  judg- 
ment as  to  the  value  or  efficiency  of  ministerial  work,  and 
has  produced  a  new  class  of  men  whose  specialty  is  to 
tramp  over  the  country  for  the  exclusive  object  of  getting 
up  revivals.  But  the  revivalist  mania  has  about  run  its 
course,  as  it  has  ceased  to  be  sensational.  The  moral  power 
and  efficiency  of  the  church  is  not  always  increased,  but  is 
often  diminished  by  the  accession  of  mere  numbers.  There 
is  far  greater  need  for  a  revival  in  quality,  than  for  one  of 
mere  quantity. 

Sonthicestem  Presbyterian. 

A  genuine  revival  means  a  trimming  of  personal  lamps. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler. 

Elegance  of  language  must  give  way  before  simplicity 
in  preaching  sound  doctrine. 

Savonarola. 

It  is  the  property  of  the  religious  spirit  to  be  the  most  re- 
fining of  all  influences.  No  external  advantages,  no  cul- 
ture of  the  taste,  no  habit  of  command,  no  association  with 
the  elegant,  or  even  depth  of  affection,  can  bestow  that  del- 
icacy and  that  grandeur  of  bearing  which  belong  only  to 
the  mind  accustomed  to  celestial  conversation.  All  else  is 
but  gilt  and  cosmetics  beside  this,  as  expressed  in  every 
look  and  gesture. 

Emerson. 

If  you  ever  saw  a  crow  with  a  king-bird  after  him,  you 
will  get  an  image  of  a  dull  speaker  and  a  lively  listener. 

Holm-s. 


140  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  listener  is  the  natural  enemy  of  the  speaker. 

August  Prtault. 

It  is  our  hearers  who  inspire  us. 

Vinet. 

A  man's  call  to  the  ministry  consists  in  his  ability  to 
preach  the  Gospel  and  the  willingness  of  the  people  to  hear 

him. 

Stephen  H.  Tyng,  D.D. 

It  is  a  great  deal  better  to  live  a  holy  life  than  to  talk 
about  it.  We  are  told  to  let  our  light  shine,  and  if  it  does 
we  won't  need  to  tell  anybody  it  does.  The  light  will  be 
its  own  witness.  Light-houses  don't  ring  bells  and  fire 
cannon  to  call  attention  to  their  shining — they  just  shine. 

D.  L.  Moody. 

The  Sabbath-school  is  the  church  among  the  children, 
coming  into  closest  contact  with  them,  teaching  them  the 
Gospel  and  leading  them  to  a  personal  knowledge  of  the 
Saviour.  It  is  an  adjunct  of  the  church  and  family — not  a 
substitute  for  either. 

Duryea. 

Go  to  work!  Nothing  is  more  salutary  to  the  human 
soul  than  the  direct  work  of  saving  men.  Whatever  your 
theory  may  be  of  this  or  that  doctrine,  there  is  man  dying 
in  his  need,  and  there  is  a  power  which  you  may  apply  for 
his  transformation.  Therefore  go  to  work  upon  men  and 
with  men.  There  is  restorative  influence  in  that  work.  I 
know  that  whatever  doubts  I  may  have,  once  let  my  heart 
and  hand  join  together  in  working  with  men  for  their  salva- 
tion, and  my  doubts  disappear.  The  sweetest  thought  I 
ever  had  of  God  came  to  me  in  the  act  of  laboring  for  my 
fellow-men.  The  most  glorious  views  I  ever  had  of  man's 
interior  life  and  of  essential  divine  truths  were  ministered 
to  me  when  I  was  working  for  the  salvation  of  others. 

JBeecher. 


PULPIT    TOUCHES.  141 

"VVeary  human  nature  lays  its  head  on  the  bosom  of  the 
divine  Word,  or  it  has  nowhere  to  lay  its  head.  Tremblers 
on  the  verge  of  the  dark  and  terrible  valley  which  parts 
the  land  of  the  living  from  the  untried  hereafter,  take  this 
hand  of  human  tenderness,  yet  of  godlike  strength,  or  they 
totter  into  the  gloom  without  stop  or  stay.  They  who  look 
their  last  look  upon  the  beloved  dead,  listen  to  this  voice  of 
soothing  and  peace,  or  else  death  is  no  uplifting  of  ever- 
lasting doors,  and  no  enfolding  in  everlasting  arms,  but  an 
ending  as  appalling  to  the  reason  as  to  the  senses — the 
usher  to  a  charnel-house — whose  highest  faculties  and  no- 
blest feelings  lie  crushed  with  the  animal  wreck,  and  an  in- 
finite tragedy,  maddening  and  sickening — a  blackness  of 
darkness  forever. 

Reply  to  Essays  and  Reviews. 

I  would  not  for  ten  thousand  worlds  be  that  man,  who, 
when  God  shall  ask  him  at  last  how  he  has  employed  most 
of  his  time  while  he  continued  a  minister  of  His  Church 
and  had  the  care  of  souls,  shall  be  obliged  to  reply:  "Lord, 
I  have  restored  many  corrupted  passages  in  the  classics, 
and  illustrated  many  which  were  before  obscure;  I  have 
cleared  up  many  intricacies  in  chronology  or  geography; 
I  have  solved  many  perplexed  cases  in  algebra;  I  have  re- 
fined on  astronomical  calculations,  and  left  behind  me  many 
sheets  on  these  curious  and  difficult  subjects;  and  these  are 
the  employments  in  which  my  life  has  been  worn  out,  while 
preparations  for  the  pulpit  and  ministrations  in  it  did  not 
demand  my  more  immediate  attention."  Oh,  sirs  !  as  for 
the  waters  that  are  drawn  from  these  springs,  how  sweetly 
soever  they  may  taste  to  the  curious  mind  that  thirsts  after 
them,  or  to  an  ambitious  mind  that  thirsts  for  the  applause 
they  sometimes  procure,  I  fear  there  is  too  often  reason  to 
pour  them  out  before  the  Lord,  with  rivers  of  penitential 
tears,  as  the  blood  of  souls  which  have  bee:;  forgotten. 
whilst  these  trifles  have  been  remembered  and  pursued. 

Doddridge. 


142  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

As  things  stand  at  present,  our  creeds  and  confessions 
have  become  effete,  and  the  Bible  a  dead  letter;  and  that 
orthodoxy,  which  was  at  one  time  the  glory,  by  withering 
into  the  inert  and  lifeless,  is  now  the  shame  and  the  reproach 
of  all  our  churches. 

C It  aimers. 

Events,  with  trumpet-call,  summon  us  to  our  post,  with 
every  faculty  awake,  and  every  energy  engaged.  Amidst 
the  din  of  business,  of  politics,  of  science,  and  of  fashion; 
amidst  the  jests  of  laughers,  the  eloquence  of  orators,  and 
the  clamor  of  parties,  the  voice  of  the  preacher  will  not  be 
heard  unless  he  speak  loudly,  nor  listened  to  unless  he  speak 
earnestly;  we  shall  gain  no  heed  for  our  religion  unless  we 
put  forth  all  our  strength;  it  will  be  pushed  aside,  overborne, 
trampled  clown  in  the  jostling  crowd,  if  we  do  not  put  forth 
our  mightiest  energies  to  bear  it  up,  and  to  make  way  for  it 
through  the  strife  and  the  theory  of  abounding  secularities. 

J.  A.  James. 

Luther  rebelled  against  the  Pope  in  behalf  of  the  min- 
istry; Wesley  rebelled  against  the  ministry  in  behalf  of  the 
laity.  The  Pauline  Church  made  every  saint  a  worker. 
Tiiis  was  soon  perverted  and  corrupted  by  Rome,  and  though 
Luther  and  Wesley  have  dune  much,  we  are  not  out  of  the 
clutches  of  Rome  yet.  Woman  should  have  her  voice  in 
the  church.  All  forces  should  be  utilized,  and  every  one 
should  have  a  right  to  serve  God,  as  the  grace  of  God  has 
made  him  able. 

Rev.  W.  II.  II.  Murray. 

The  men  and  women  who  deride  the  enthusiasm  of  a 
Christian  heart,  and  affect  to  be  cold  and  cynical  as  regards 
the  rescue  of  a  soul  from  death,  are  often  the  very  ones 
who  beggar  the  language  in  their  raptures  over  some  work 
of  art,  perhaps  a  "consummate  "  teacup  or  "precious"  pic- 
ture. 

Sunday  School  Times. 


PULPIT    TORCHES.  143 

To  return  thanks  for  the  operation  of  the  Spirit  of  God  in 

the  conversion   of  sinners,  is  the  most  delightful  part  of  a 

minister's  duty. 

Christmas  Evans. 

What  is  ministerial  success?  Crowded  churches,  full 
aisies,  attentive  congregations,  the  approval  of  the  religious 
world,  much  impression  produced  ?  Elijah  thought  so;  and 
when  he  found  out  his  mistake,  and  discovered  that  the  ap- 
plause on  Carmel  subsided  into  hideous  stillness,  his  heart 
wellnigh  broke  with  disappointment.  Ministerial  success 
lies  in  altered  lives  and  obedient,  humble  hearts;  unseen 
work  recognized  in  the  judgment  day. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Some  people,  judging  from  their  reluctance  to  give  a 
word  of  encouragement  to  their  minister,  seem  to  think  it 
is  better  for  him  to  die  of  depression  than  to  run  the  risk 
of  being  inflated  by  a  compliment. 

James  M.  Crowell,  D.D. 

An  !  languid  hand,  safe  in  some  scented  glove, 

Drop  that  bright  prayer-book;  catch  at  rock  and  thorn; 

Give  alms  of  bread — give  truer  alms  of  love — 

To  other  hands  whose  stains  and  scars  you  scorn  ! 

Mrs.  S.  M.  B.  Piatt. 

The  increasing  exactions  of  the  church  and  the  world 
upon  ministers,  make  it  necessary  that  they  should  be  espe- 
cially honored  and  supported.  In  culture,  in  piety,  in  earn- 
est, self-sacrificing  work,  as  reformers,  as  teachers,  as  leaders 
of  society,  they  are  now  more  than  ever  required  to  be  in  the 
front.  But  they  are  often  crippled  if  not  paralyzed  by  un- 
just depreciation  and  by  inadequate  support.  The  church 
has  never  done  its  full  duty  to  its  clergy.  It  must  learn  to 
do  so,  or  else  be  satisfied  with  a  weak  and  inefficient 
ministry. 

Rev.  Lawrence  M.  Colfelt. 


144  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  have  sought  to  counsel  you  in  your  perplexities,  to 
comfort  you  in  your  troubles,  to  soothe  you  in  your  sick- 
nesses, and  strengthen  you  amid  your  infirmities.  I  have 
knelt  beside  your  beds  of  pain,  commending  you  to  the  God 
of  all  comfort;  and  have  read  to  you  from  His  blessed  Book 
the  words  that  brought  you  strength  and  help.  When  your 
precious  ones  were  leaving  you,  I  have  tried  to  help  them 
as  they  went  down  into  the  dark  valley;  said  the  last  words 
over  their  cold  forms,  and  in  the  after  desolation  in  your 
darkened  chambers,  seated  beside  you  in  the  loneliness  of 
\  our  empty  homes,  have  sought  to  assuage  your  sorrow  with 
the  comfort  wherewith  I  myself,  in  like  trouble,  was  com- 
forted of  God. 

Thomas  11.  Ufarkham,  D.D. 

Out  of  the  pulpit  I  would  be  the  same  man  I  was  in  it, 
seeing  and  feeling  the  realities  of  the  unseen;  and  in  the 
pulpit  I  would  be  the  same  man  I  was  out  of  it,  taking  facts 
as  they  are,  and  dealing  with  things  as  they  show  them- 
selves in  the  world. 

G  c  o  rg  e  JIcDo  n  a  Id. 

We  know  our  place  and  our  portion;  to  give  a  witness 
and  to  be  condemned;  to  be  ill-used  and  to  succeed.  Such 
is  the  law  which  God  has  annexed  to  the  promulgation  of 
the  truth;  its  preachers  suffer,  but  its  cause  prevails. 

Cardinal,  Newman. 

After  all,  it  is  the  utterance  of  personal  conviction  that 
serious  men  want.  The  shortest  way  of  coming  at  men's 
hearts,  and  sometimes  the  shortest  way  of  coming  at  men's 
heads,  is  to  tell  what  you,  personally  willing  to  take  the 
leap  into  the  unseen,  are  depending  upon. 

Joseph  Cook. 

Clergymen"  while  speaking  in  the  pulpit  have  their  own 
thoughts  about  certain  toilets  and  faces  down  in  the  pews, 
*q<1  along    with   their  arguments,  that  might  seem  to  prove 


WATCH-FIRES. 


145 


the  existence  of  heaven  or  hell,  they  cannot  avoid  the  re- 
flection that  Mrs.  Oleander  has  gotten  a  new  shawl,  or  that 
Miss  Columbine  has  returned  from  Europe  or  Long  Branch; 
but  the  rules  of  public  address  demand  that  from  this  mul- 
tiplicity of  ideas  in  the  brain,  a  judicious  selection  should 
be  made  by  the  speaker,  and  that  in  his  assumed  discourse 
on  some  theological  theme  he  must  suppress  his  views  about 
Mrs.  Oleander  and  Miss  Columbine. 

David  Swing. 


XY. 
WATCH-FIRES. 

One  there  is  who  has  silently  advanced  through  time  from 
the  beginning.  Bloody  ages — brilliantly  splendid  epochs 
— are  merely  dissimilar  chambers,  through  which  he  has 
advanced,  silently,  calmly,  becoming  more  and  more  dis- 
tinct through  the  twilight  veil,  until  he  has  reached  the  pe- 
riod on  the  threshold  of  which  he  now  stands — contemplated 
bv  many  with  rapture,  by  many  with  fear.  And  if  it  is 
asked  where  is  this  form  before  whom  thrones  totter,  crowns 
fall  off,  and  earthly  purples  grow  pale,  the  reply  is — Man, 
man  in  his  original  Truth — man  formed  in  the  image  of  God. 

Frederika  Bremer. 

What  science  calls  the  uniformity  of  nature,  faith  accepts 
as  the  fidelity  of  God.  It  is  a  wonderful  sermon  that 
science  is  all  the  while  preaching  to  us  from  this  text,  "  God 
is  faithful."  Let  us  lay  to  heart  the  lesson,  and  be  thankful 
for  the  teaching  that  has  brought  it  home  to  us  with  such 
power  and  impressiveness. 

Martineau. 
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146  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Lkt  there  be  no  more  accursed  races  on  the  earth.  Let 
every  one  act  according  to  his  conscience,  and  communicate 
freely  with  his  God.  Let  thought  be  only  corrected  by  the 
contradiction  of  thought.  Let  error  be  an  infirmity,  and 
not  a  crime.  Let  us  agree  in  acknowledging  that  opinions 
sometimes  take  possession  of  our  understanding  quite  inde- 
pendent of  our  will  or  desire.  Let  us  be  so  just  as  to  be 
enabled  to  see  even  to  what  degree  each  race  has  contribu- 
ted to  the  universal  education  of  humanity. 

Castelar. 

Ixstixct  is  a  propensity  prior  to  experience  and  inde- 
pendent of  instruction. 

Pa  ley. 

God,  who  keeps  his  word  with  the  birds  and  fishes  in 
their  migratory  instinct,  will  keep  his  word  with    man. 


Philosophy  has  sometimes  forgotten  God,  as  a  great 
people  never  did.  The  scepticism  of  the  last  century  could 
not  uproot  Christianity,  because  it  lived  in  the  hearts  of  the 
millions.  Do  you  think  that  infidelity  iss  re  in  ;'.'  Christiani- 
ty never  lived  in  the  hearts  of  so  many  millions  as  at  this  mo- 
ment. The  forms  under  which  it  is  professed  may  decay, 
for  they,  like  all  that  is  the  work  of  man's  hands,  are  sub- 
ject to  the  changes  and  chances  of  mortal  being;  but  the 
spirit  of  truth  is  incorruptible;  it  may  be  developed,  illus 
trated  and  applied;  it  can  never  die;  it  never  can  decline. 
No  truth  can  perish — no  truth  can  pass  away.  The  flame  is 
undying,  though  generations  disappear.  Wherever  moral 
truth  has  started  into  being,  humanity  claims  and  guards 
the  bequest.  Each  generation  gathers  together  the  imper- 
ishable children  of  the  past,  and  increases  them  by  the  new 
sons  of  the  light,  alike  radiant  and  immortal. 

Bancroft. 


WATCH-FIRES.  147 

Ix  the  whole  realm  of  nature  there  is  never  found  an  un- 
answerable instinct.  The  insect  knows  where  to  deposit 
its  eggs  so  that  its  offspring,  alone  and  unguided  by  paren- 
tal touch,  may  find  its  necessary  food.  The  bee  and  the 
bird  work  by  rules  that  never  change  or  fail.  If,  in  these 
minor  forms  of  life,  no  calculation  is  disappointed,  no  pur- 
posed end  unaccomplished,  how  much  more  shall  this  uni- 
versal human  longing  after  immortality  be  answered  in  the 

final  'lay? 

Alexander  Clark,  D.D. 

No  candid  observer  will  deny  that  whatever  of  good  there 
may  be  in  our  American  civilization  is  the  product  of  Chris- 
tianity. Still  less,  can  he  deny  that  the  grand  motives  which 
are  working  for  the  elevation  and  purification  of  our  society 
are  strictly  Christian.  The  immense  energies  of  the  Chris- 
tian Church,  stimulated  by  a  love  that  shrinks  from  no  ob- 
stacle, are  all  bent  toward  this  great  aim  of  universal  purifi- 
cation. These  millions  of  sermons  and  exhortations,  which 
are  a  constant  power  for  good,  these  countless  prayers  and 
sings  of  praise,  on  which  the  heavy-laden  lift  their  hearts 
above  the  temptations  and  sorrows  of  the  world,  are  all  the 
product  of  faith  in  Jesus  Christ.  That  which  gives  us  pro- 
tection by  day  and  by  night — the  dwellings  we  live  in,  the 
clothes  we  wear,  the  institutions  of  social  order — all  these  are 
the  direct  offspring  of  Christianity.  All  that  distinguishes 
.is  from  the  Pagan  world — all  that  makes  us  what  we  are, 
and  all  that  stimulates  us  in  the  task  of  making  ourselves 
better  than  we  are — is  Christian.  A  belief  in  Jesus  Christ 
is  the  very  fountain-head  of  everything  that  is  desirable 
and  praiseworthy  in  our  civilization,  and  this  civilization  is 
the  flower  of  time.  Humanity  has  reached  its  noblest  thrift, 
its  grandest  altitudes  of  excellence,  its  high-water  mark 
through  the  influence  of  this  faith. 

Springfield  Republican. 

Free-love  is  the  tidal  wave  of  hell. 

John  Chambers,  D.D. 


148  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Christ  was  many  ages  in  advance  of  the  world,  and  in 
the  effort  to  catch  up  with  such  a  leader,  the  world  is  busy 
to-day,  and  will  be  busy  for  generations  to  come.  Long  is 
the  distance  to  be  passed  over  by  mankind;  but  the  result  is 
worthy  the  long  march.  Each  century  will  die  a  little 
nearer  the  feet  of  the  Lord. 

David  Swing. 

The  theological  speculatists  of  Great  Britain  constitute  a 
class  of  minds  who  have  gone  just  far  enough  into  German 
speculation  to  be  dazzled  by  it,  and  not  far  enough  to  mas- 
ter it. 

Christlit'i. 

Love  would  put  a  new  face  on  this  dreary  old  world  in 
which  we  dwell  as  pagans  and  enemies  too  long;  and  it 
would  warm  the  heart  to  see  how  fast  the  vain  diplomacy 
of  statesmen,  the  impotence  of  armies  and  navies  and  lines 
of  defense,  would  be  superseded  by  this  unarmed  child. 

Emerson. 

Ma\y  groans  arise  from  dying  men,  which  we  hear  not. 
Many  cries  are  uttered  bv  widows  and  fatherless  children, 
which  reach  not  our  ears;  many  cheeks  are  wet  with  tears, 
and  faces  sad  with  unutterable  grief,  which  we  see  not. 
Cruel  tyranny  is  encouraged.  The  hands  of  robbers  are 
strengthened,  and  thousands  are  kept  in  helpless  slavery, 
who  never  injured  us. 

John  Woo/man. 

Liberty!  Equality!  Fraternity!  There  is  nothing  to  add, 
nothing  to  retrench.  They  are  the  three  steps  of  the  su- 
preme ladder.  Liberty  is  right;  equality  is  fact;  fraternity 
is  duty.     All  the  man  is  there. 

Victor  Hugo. 

Law  is  the  embodiment  of  the  moral  sentiment  of  the 
peopie. 

fflackstone. 


WATCH-FIRES.  149 

The  sober  second  thought  of  the  people  is  seldom  wrong. 

President  Van  Buren. 

I  have  seen  the  sea  lashed  into  i'ury  and  tossed  into 
spray,  and  its  grandeur  moves  the  soul  of  the  dullest  man, 
but  I  remember  that  it  is  not  the  billows,  but  the  calm  level 
of  the  sea,  from  which  all  heights  and  depths  are  measured. 
When  the  storm  has  passed  and  the  hour  of  calm  settles  on 
the  ocean,  when  the  sunlight  bathes  its  smooth  surface,  then 
the  astronomer  and  surveyor  take  the  level  from  which  to 
measure  all  terrestrial  heights  and  depths.  Gentlemen  of 
the  convention,  your  present  temper  may  not  mark  the 
healthful  pulse  of  our  people  when  our  enthusiasm  has 
passed.  When  the  emotions  of  this  hour  have  subsided  we 
shall  find  that  calm  level  of  public  opinion  below  the  storm, 
from  which  the  thoughts  of  a  mighty  people  are  to  be  meas- 
ured, and  by  whi'"  their  final  action  will  be  determined. 
Not  here  in  this  brilliant  circle,  where  fifteen  thousand  men 
and  women  are  assembled,  is  the  destiny  of  the  Republican 
party  to  be  declared.  Not  here,  where  I  see  the  faces  of 
seven  hundred  and  fifty-six  delegates  waiting  to  cast  their 
votes  in  the  urn  and  determine  the  choice  of  the  republic,  but 
by  four  million  Republican  firesides,  where  the  thoughtful 
voters,  with  wives  and  children  about  them,  with  the  calm 
thoughts  inspired  by  the  love  of  home  and  country,  with  the 
history  of  the  past,  the  hopes  of  the  future  and  a  knowdedge 
of  the  great  men  who  have  adorned  and  blessed  our  nation  in 
davs  gone  by,  there  God  prepares  the  verdict  that  shall  de- 
termine the  wisdom  of  our  work  to-night.  Not  in  Chicago, 
in  the  heats  of  June,  but  in  the  sober  quiet  that  comes  to 
them  between  now  and  November;  in  the  silence  of  delib- 
erate judgment  will  the  great  question  be  settled. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

We  live  in  this  worl  i  only  for  the  favorable  opinions  of 
the  good  and  noble.  How  crushing  it  must  be  to  occupy 
with  them  a  position  of  ambiguous  respect  ! 

Col.  E.  K.  Kane. 


150  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  plea  of  emotional  insanity  or  transitory  mania,  or  what- 
ever name  may  be  given  to  the  excuse,  has  become  almost 
ridiculous.  Our  experiences  in  respect  to  this  subject  have 
led  us  to  regard  the  present  aspect  which  the  insanity  plea 
has  assumed  as  repulsive  to  justice,  and  fatal  to  society. 
When  it  is  not  even  pretended  that  a  criminal  is  the  unfor- 
tunate victim  of  congenital  or  hereditary  insanity,  yet  he 
pleads  moral  irresponsibility  simply  because  of  bad  habits, 
or  "  criminal  proclivities,"  there  are  no  grounds,  in  law  or 
justice,  shown  for  his  immunity  from  punishment.  Society, 
law,  justice  and  common  sense  have  been  too  often  out- 
raged by  the  imbecile  sentimentality  which  has  recognized 
•'  paroxysmal  insanity. " 

Judge  Hoffman,  1881. 

Pi'BLic  opinion  is  the  collective  judgment  of  men  upon 
any  given  event  or  action.  It  is  the  groat  unwritten  law  of 
society,  a  law  which  both  advertises  and  enforces  itself.  It 
has  never  been  codified,  never  been  printed  in  type,  never 
been  filed  for  safe  keeping  in  the  archives  of  the  state  or 
nation,  yet  it  is  recognized  and  felt  as  a  judicial  force  in  so- 
ciety. It  is  the  unwritten,  common  law  of  humanity,  per- 
petuated by  tradition,  by  memory,  by  the  moral  sense  of 
each  generation.  It  holds  no  court,  yet  its  sitting  is  con- 
stant. Its  court-room  is  the  parlor,  the  study,  the  office, 
the  street,  the  public  assembly;  wherever  men  and  women 
meet  to  discuss  and  to  converse.  It  has  no  official  exis- 
tence, yet  it  is  stronger  than  all  your  judges,  stronger  than 
vour  police,  stronger  than  your  rulers,  stronger  than  your 
journals,  which  are  controlled  by,  while  they  create  and  in- 
terpret it. 

Rev.  W.  II.  H.  Murray. 

Man  lives  apart  but  not  alone; 

He  walks  amid  his  peers  unread; 
The  best  of  thoughts  that  he  hath  known, 

For  lack  of  listeners  are  never  said. 

J  tan  Iuqelow. 


WATCH-FIRES.  151 

Public  opinion  employs  no  officers,  yet  it  follows  and 
captures  men  with  unfailing  certainty.  It  builds  no  pris- 
ons, it  has  need  of  none,  for  it  makes  the  world  a  jail,  and 
every  man  a  detective,  to  watch  and  restrain  the  suspected 
person.  Its  sentence  is  final,  except  when  reversed  by  new 
light  and  new  proof.  Public  opinion  is,  therefore,  when 
analyzed,  the  unwritten,  common  law  of  the  soul  ;  the  daily, 
unnoted  exercise  of  the  judicial  element  in  human  nature, 
which  makes  every  man  a  judge.  And  it  is  right  that  man 
should  judge.  Society  must  discriminate  between  the  evil 
and  the  good  ;  the  line  of  moral  rectitude  must  be  kept 
white;  a  judicial  standard  must  be  acknowledged.  When 
moral  discriminations  shall  no  longer  be  made,  moral  secu- 
rity will  no  longer  be  possible. 

Rev.  W.  H.  II  Murray. 

The  only  way  to  clear  the  track  of  life  is  to  leave  no  en- 
emy behind,  nothing  half  apprehended,  or  half  done.  We 
Americans  pride  ourselves  on  our  nenius,  on  the  fruitful- 
ness  of  our  inventions,  on  the  speed  with  which  we  travel 
nnd  send  our  thoughts.  We  tunnel  mountains;  cover  the 
States  with  a  net-work  of  iron  rails;  fly  streamers  on  mast- 
heads  over  all  the  lakes  and  rivers;  stretch  cables  under- 
neath the  seas;  talk  with  men  miles  away;  turn  out  profes- 
sionals at  a  fearful  rate;  seem  to  accomplish,  do  accomplish, 
an  infinite  variety  of  large  results  in  strangely  short  inter- 
vals of  time.  But,  after  all,  what  we  need  especially  to 
learn,  is  the  gospel  of  thoroughness. 

Rev.  Dr.  Twitchell. 

No  man  ever  sailed  over  exactly  the  same  route  that  an- 
other sailed  over  before  him.  Every  man  who  starts  on  the 
ocean  of  life  arches  his  sails  to  an  untried  breeze.  Like 
ColerMge's  mariner,  "he  is  the  first  that  ever  burst  into 
that  lunely  sea." 

William  3Iathec:s. 


152  GOLD  EX     GLEAMS. 

Precisely  because  the  tyranny  of  opinion  is  such  as  to 
make  eccentricity  a  reproach,  it  is  desirable  in  order  tc 
break  through  that  tyranny,  that  people  should  be  eccen- 
tric. Eccentricity  has  always  abounded  when  and  where 
strength  of  character  has  abounded  ;  and  the  amount  of 
eccentricity  in  a  society  has  always  been  proportioned  to 
the  amount  of  genius,  mental  vigor  and  moral  courage 
which  it  contained.  That  so  few  men  now  dare  to  be  eccen- 
tric, marks  the  chief  danger  of  the  time. 

John  Stuart  Mill. 

It  should  be  remembered  that  every  loathsome  inmate  of 
penitentiaries  and  state  prisons  was  once  a  gentle,  inoffen- 
sive and  prattling  child;  and  that  every  criminal  who  has 
"  expiated  his  crimes  upon  the  gallows,"  was  once  pressed 
to  a  mother's  heart.  Bad  moral  training  and  example  trans- 
form endearing  offspring  into  hardened  men,  who  often, 
despite  their  brilliant  talent,  shock  the  world  by  the  black- 
ness of  their  guilt  and  the  audacity  of  their  crimes. 

Enoch  Wines,  J).  J). 

Bayard  Taylor  and  the  school  he  represents,  hold  that 
"  too  much  stress  has  been  laid  by  reformers  on  the  moral 
se?ise,  and  that  what  men  now  most  need  is  cultured  intellect 
and  strong  self-discipline  and  self-control."  This  is  the 
apotheosis  of  culture.  A  favorite  maxim  with  this  class  of 
thinkers  is,  that  "the  human  intellect  contains  within  itself 
the  germs  of  goodness  which  will  generally  increase  with 
its  intellectual  growth."  But  this  is  contrary  to  all  the 
facts  of  history  and  experience,  and  can  find  no  footing  in 
the  divine  word;  for  while  Hellenism,  the  very  flower  of 
human  culture,  was  conscienceless,  Hebraism  and  Chris- 
tianity taught  the  supremacy  of  conscience,  and  by  appeal- 
ing to  and  educating  man's  moral  nature,  have  done  more 
to  elevate  the  world  than  all  the  acutencss  of  Greece,  the 
power  of  Home,  or  the  polish  of  modern  Europe. 


WATCH-FIRES.  153 

Six  runs  to  passion:  passion  to  tumult  in  character:  and 
a  tumultuous  character  tends  to  tempests  and  explosions, 
which  scorn  secrecies  and  disguises.  Then  the  whole  man 
comes  to  light.  He  sees  himself,  and  others  see  him,  as  he 
is  in  God's  sight.  Those  solemn  imperatives  and  their  aw- 
ful responses:— "  Thou  shalt  not"—"  I  will;"  "  Thou  shalt" 
— "  I  will  not  " — make  up,  then,  all  that  the  man  knows  of 
intercourse  with  God.  This  is  sin,  in  the  ultimate  and  fin- 
ished type  of  it.  This  is  what  it  grows  to  in  every  sinner, 
if  unchecked  by  the  grace  of  God.  Every  man  unre- 
deemed becomes  a  demon  in   eternity. 

Austin  Phelps,  D.D. 

Come,  Howard,  from  the  gloom  of  the  prison  and  the 
taint  of  the  lazar-house,  and  show  us  what  philanthropy  can 
do  when  imbued  with  the  spirit  of  Jesus;  come,  Eliot,  from 
the  thick  forest  where  the  red  man  listens  to  the  Word  of 
Life;  come,  Penn,  from  thy  sweet  counsel  and  weaponless 
victory,  and  show  us  what  Christian  zeal  and  Christian  love 
can  accomplish  with  the  rudest  barbarians  and  the  fiercest 
hearts.  Come,  Raikes,  from  thy  labors  with  the  ignorant 
and  the  poor,  and  show  us  with  what  an  eye  this  faith  re- 
gards the  lowest  and  least  of  our  race;  and  how  diligently 
it  labors — not  for  the  body,  not  for  the  rank,  but  for  the 
plastic  soul  that  is  to  course  the  ages  of  immortality.  And 
ye,  who  are  a  great  number,  ye  nameless  ones,  who  have  done 
good  in  your  narrow  spheres,  content  to  forego  renown  on 
earth,  and  seeking  your  reward  in  the  record  on  high — come 
and  tell  us  howT  kindly  a  spirit,  how  lofty  a  purpose,  or  how 
strong  a  courage  the  religion  ye  professed  can  breathe  into 
the  poor,  the  humble,  and  the  weak.  Go  forth,  then,  Spirit 
of  Christianity,  to  thy  great  work  of  Reform!  The  past 
bears  witness  to  thee  in  the  blood  of  thy  martyrs,  and  the 
ashes  of  thy  saints  and  heroes;  the  present  is  hopeful  be- 
cause of  thee  ;  the  future  shall  acknowledge  thy  omnipo- 
tence. 

Chapin. 


15  i  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Love  thyself  last;  cherish  thou  hearts  that  hate  thee; 

Corruption  wins  not  more  than  honesty; 

Still  in  thy  right  hand  carry  gentle  peace, 

To  silence  envious  tongues.     Be  just,  and  fear  not; 

Let  all  the  ends  thou  aimest  at  be  thy  Country's, 

Thy  God's  and  Truth's;  then,  if  thou  fallest,  6  Cromwell! 

Thou  fallest  a  blessed  martyr. 

Shakespeare. 

All  the  rich  treasures  of  the  past  are  appropriated  by 
Christianity — the  moral  culture  of  the  Hebrew,  the  poetry 
and  philosophy  of  Greece,  the  jurisprudence  of  Rome.  All 
these,  in  so  far  as  they  are  pure  and  good,  are  absorbed  by 
Christianity,  and  ennobled  and  baptized  by  the  Christian 
spirit.  In  Christian  Europe,  poetry,  philosophy,  science, 
flourish  as  they  never  flourished  in  any  preceding  age; 
and  they  lay  their  richest  tribute  at  the  feet  of  Christ, 
the  Divine  king  of  the  world. 

Prof.  Cocker. 

What!  rest,  ease  here,  in  the  ministry,  or  in  Christian 
work?  There  is  no  rest  here.  Now  is  the  time  for  bat  !  ., 
for  work!  Heaven  will  be  our  rest.  Now  is  the  time  for 
steady,  prayerful,  unflinching  work. 

Moody. 


XVI. 


WATCH-FIRES. 

CONTINUED. 

The  proposed  religious  amendment  to  the  Constitution 
of  the  United  States  is  unnecessary,  impracticable  and  un- 
desirable.    Christian  law  is  the  corner-stone  of  the  irovern- 


WA  i  CH-FIRES.  155 

ment.  In  its  recognition  of  the  Sabbath  and  its  requirement 
of  an  oath,  God  and  the  supremacy  of  Christ  are  indirectly 
and  inferentially  recognized  and  honored  by  the  Constitu- 
tion as  it  is;  so  that  Christianity  in  its  various  connections 
permeates  the  entire  structure  of  the  government,  and  is  its 
underlying  and  informing  spirit.  Chaplains  are  appointed, 
fasts  and  thanksgivings  are  recommended,  and  one  of  the 
most  beautiful  features  of  the  government  is  the  quiet,  un- 
ostentatious working  through  it  of  Christian  ideas. 

F.  A.  Noble,  JD.D. 

Burn  and  destroy  the  idols  of  party  you  have  wor- 
shiped; banish  politics  from  the  municipality  and  county, 
limiting  it  to  questions  affecting  principles  in  the  State  and 
Nation;  place  competency  and  integrity  at  every  part  of 
the  public  service;  adorn  your  courts  with  judges  worthiest 
to  wield  the  attributes  of  God;  elect  representatives  that 
will  reflect  the  majority  of  a  free  people;  send  to  the  sen- 
ate statesmen  whom  history  will  immortalize  and  nations 
make  their  models.  Americans!  the  countless  generations 
who  will  dwell  within  the  confines  of  this  continent  from 
now  to  eternity  confide  their  liberties  to  you.  Uphold 
them,  I  implore  you,  with  a  patriotism  that  will  never  tire; 
guard  them  with  a  vigilance  that  will  never  sleep. 

Daniel  Dougherty. 

I  am  struck  with  the  fact  that  Bismarck,  the  great  states- 
man of  Germany,  probably  the  foremost  man  in  Europe  to- 
day, stated  as  an  unquestioned  principle,  that  the  support, 
the  defense  and  the  propagation  of  the  Christian  Gospel  is 
the  central  object  of  the  German  Government.  Our  fa- 
thers, though  recognizing,  in  common  with  Germany  and 
other  Christian  nations  of  the  earth,  the  supreme  importance 
of  religion  among  men,  deliberately  turned  to  the  great 
nation  they  were  about  to  establish,  and  said:  "You  shall 
never  make  any  law  about  religion;"  and  turning  to 
the    States,    they    said,     virtually,    to    them  :     "  Vou     shall 


156  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

never  make  any  law  establishing  any  form  of  religion."  In 
other  words,  here  was  a  right,  an  interest,  too  precious  to  be 
trusted  either  to  the  Nation  or  to  the  States.  Our  fathers 
said  :  "This  highest  of  all  human  interests  we  will  reserve 
to  the  people  themselves.  We  will  not  delegate  our  power 
over  it  to  any  organized  government,  State  or  National 
We  will  not  allow  any  Legislature  to  make  any  law  con- 
cerning it." 

James  A.  Garfield. 

My  countrymen  !  this  at  niversary  lias  gone  by  forever, 
and  my  task  is  done.  While  I  have  spoken  the  hour  has 
passed  from  us;  the  hand  has  moved  upon  the  dial,  and  the 
old  century  is  dead  !  The  American  Union  hath  endured 
an  hundred  years  !  Here,  on  the  threshold  of  the  future, 
the  voice  of  Humanity  shall  not  plead  to  us  in  vain.  There 
shall  be  darkness  in  the  days  to  come,  danger  for  our 
courage,  temptation  for  our  virtue,  doubt  for  our  faith, 
suffering  for  our  fortitude,  a  thousand  shall  fall  before  us 
and  tens  of  thousands  at  our  right  hand.  The  years  shall 
pass  beneath,  and  century  follow  century  in  quick  succes- 
sion. The  generations  of  men  shall  come  and  go;  the 
greatness  of  yesterday  shall  be  forgotten  to-day,  and  the 
glories  of  this  noon  shall  vanish  before  to-morrow's  sun;  but 
America  shall  not  perish,  but  endure  while  the  spirit  of  our 
fathers  animates  their  sons. 

Henry  Armitt  Broxni. 

That  motionless  shaft  will  be  the  most  powerful  of  speak- 
ers. Its  speech  will  be  of  civil  and  religious  liberty.  It 
will  speak  of  patriotism  and  of  courage.  It  will  speak  of 
the  moral  improvement  and  elevation  of  mankind.  De- 
crepit age  will  lean  against  its  base,  and  ingenuous  youth 
gather  round  it,  while  they  speak  to  each  other  of  the  glo- 
rious events  with  which  it  is  connected,  and  exclaim, 
"Thank  God!  I  also  am  an  American!" 

Daniel  Webster. 


wATcn-Fiins  157 

It  may  bo  not  unreasonably  said  that  the  preservation  of 
the  States  and  the  maintenance  of  their  governments  are  as 
much  within  the  design  and  care  of  the  Constitution  as  the 
preservation  of  the  Union  and  the  maintenance  of  the  Na- 
tional government.  The  Constitution  in  all  its  provisions 
looks  to  an  indestructible  Union,  composed  of  indestruct- 
ible States. 

Chief  Justice    Chase. 

My  countrymen  !  the  moments  are  quickly  passing,  and 
we  stand  like  some  traveler  upon  a  lofty  crag  that  separate- 
two  boundless  seas.  The  century  that  is  closing  is  com- 
plete. "  The  past,"  said  your  great  statesman,  "is  secure. "' 
It  is  finished  and  beyond  our  reach.  The  hand  of  detrac- 
tion cannot  dim  its  glories,  nor  the  tears  of  repentance  wipe 
away  its  stains.  Its  good  and  evil,  its  joy  and  sorrow,  its 
truth  and  falsehood,  its  honor  and  its  shame,  we  cannot 
touch.  Sigh  for  them,  blush  for  them,  weep  for  them,  if  we 
will,  we  cannot  change  them  now.  The  old  century  is  dy- 
ing and  they  are  to  be  buried  with  him;  his  history  is  fin- 
ished and  they  will  stand  upon  its  roll  forever. 

The  century  that  is  opening  is  all  our  own.  The  years 
that  are  before  us  are  a  virgin  page.  We  can  inscribe  them 
as  we  will.  The  future  of  our  country  rests  upon  us.  The 
happiness  of  posterity  depends  on  us.  The  fate  of  human- 
ity may  be  in  our  hands.  That  pleading  voice,  choked  with 
the  sobs  of  ages,  which  has  so  often  spoken  to  deaf  ears,  is 
lifted  up  to  us.  It  asks  us  to  be  brave,  benevolent,  con- 
sistent, true  to  the  teachings  of  our  history,  proving  "divine 
descent  by  worth  divine."  It  asks  us  to  be  virtuous,  build- 
ing up  public  virtue  upon  private  worth;  seeking  that 
righteousness  which  exalteth  nations.  It  asks  us  to  be  pa- 
triotic, loving  our  country  before  all  other  things;  making 
her  happiness  our  happiness,  her  honors  ours,  her  fame  our 
own.  It  asks  us  in  the  name  of  Charity,  in  the  name  of 
Freedom,  in  the  name  of  God! 

Henry  Armitt  Brown. 


158  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Wherever  party  spirit  shall  strain  the  ancient  guaran- 
tees of  freedom,  or  bigotry  and  ignorance  shall  lay  their 
fatal  hands  upon  education,  or  the  arrogance  of  caste  shall 
strike  at  equal  rights,  or  corruption  shall  poison  the  very 
springs  of  national  life — there,  minute-men  of  liberty!  are 
your  Lexington  Green  and  Concord  Bridge,  and  as  you 
love  your  country  and  your  kind,  and  would  have  your  chil- 
dren rise  up  and  call  you  blessed,  spare  not  the  enemy! 
Over  the  hills,  out  of  the  earth,  down  from  the  clouds,  pour 
in  resistless  might.  Fire  from  every  rock  and  tree,  from  door 
and  window,  from  hearthstone  and  chamber,  hang  upon  his 
flank  and  rear  from  noon  to  sunset,  and  so,  through  a  land 
blazing  with  holy  indignation,  hurl  the  hordes  of  ignorance 
and  corruption  and  injustice,  back,  back,  in  utter  defeat 
and  ruin. 

George  William  Curtis. 

She  takes  but  to  give  again, 
As  the  sea  returns  the  rivers  in  rain, 
And  gathers  the  chosen  of  her  seed 
From  the  hunted  of  every  crown  and  creed. 
Her  Germany  dwells  by  a  gentler  Rhine  ; 
Her  Ireland  sees  the  old  sunburst  shine  : 
Her  France  pursues  some  dream  divine  ; 
Her  Norway  keeps  his  mountain  pine  ; 
Her  Italy  waits  by  the  western  brine  ; 

And,  broad-based  under  all, 
Is  planted  England's  oaken-hearted  mood, 

As  rich  in  fortitude 
As  e'er  went  worldward  from  the  island  wall. 

Fused  in  her  candid  light, 
To  one  strong  race  all  races  here  unite  ; 
Tongues  melt  in  hers,  hereditary  foemen 
Forget  their  sword  and  slogan,  kith  and  clan. 

'Twas  glory  once  to  be  a  Roman  ; 
She  makes  it  glory  now  to  be  a  man. 

Bayard  Taylor. 


WATCH-FIRES.  15£ 

The  land  which  freemen  till, 
Which  sober-suited  freedom  chose  ; 
A  land  where,  girt  with  friends  or  foes, 

A  man  may  speak  the  thing  he  will  ; 

A  land  of  settled  government  ; 
A  land  of  free  and  old  renown, 
Where  freedom  slowly  settles  down 

From  precedent  to  precedent. 

T envy  son. 

Fourscore  and  seven  years  ago,  our  fathers  brought 
forth  upon  this  continent  a  new  nation,  conceived  in  liberty, 
and  dedicated  to  the  proposition  that  all  men  are  created 
equal.  Now  we  are  engaged  in  a  great  civil  war,  testing 
whether  that  nation,  or  any  nation  so  conceived,  and  so 
dedicated,  can  long  endure.  We  are  met  on  a  great  battle- 
field of  that  war.  We  have  come  to  dedicate  a  portion  of 
that  field  as  a  final  resting-place  for  those  who  here  gave 
their  lives  that  that  nation  might  live.  It  is  altogether  fit- 
ting and  proper  that  we  should  do  this.  But  in  a  larger 
sine.'  we  cannot  dedicate,  we  cannot  consecrate,  we  cannot 
hallow  this  ground.  The  brave  men,  living  and  dead,  who 
struggled  here,  have  consecrated  it  far  above  our  power  to 
add  or  detract.  The  world  will  little  note,  nor  long  re- 
member what  we  say  here;  but  it  can  never  forget  what 
they  did  here.  It  is  for  us,  the  living,  rather  to  be  dedi- 
cated here  to  the  unfinished  work  which  they,  who  fought 
here  have  thus  far  so  nobly  advanced.  It  is  rather  for  us  to 
be  here  dedicated  to  the  great  task  remaining  before  us, 
that  from  these  honored  dead  we  take  increased  devotion  to 
that  cause,  for  which  they  gave  the  last  full  measure  of  de- 
votion; that  we  here  resolve  that  these  dead  shall  not  have 
died  in  vain;  that  this  nation,  under  God,  shall  have  a  new 
birth  of  freedom,  and  that  government  of  the  people,  by  the 
people,   and  for  the  people,  shall  not  perish  from  the   earth. 

Abraham  Lincoln; 
(Dedication  of  the  Gettysburg  Cemetery,  Nov.,  1863.) 


160  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Even  from  this  brief  review  it  is  manifest  that  the  na- 
tion is  resolutely  facing  to  the  front,  resolved  to  em  ploy- 
its  best  energies  in  developing  the  great  possibilities  of  the 
future,  sacredly  preserving  whatever  has  been  gained  to 
liberty  and  good  government  during  the  century.  Our 
people  are  determined  to  leave  behind  them  all  those  bit- 
ter controversies  concerning  things  which  have  been  irre- 
vocably settled,  further  discussion  of  which  can  only  stir 
up  strife  and  delay  the  onward   march.     ****** 

It  has  been  said  that  unsettled  questions  have  no  pity 
for  the  repose  of  nations.  It  should  be  said,  with  the  ut- 
most emphasis,  that  this  question  of  suffrage  will  never 
give  repose  or  safety  to  the  States  or  to  the  Nation,  until 
each,  within  its  own  jurisdiction,  makes  and  keeps  the  bal- 
lot free  and  pure  by  the  strong  sanctions  of  law. 

James  A.  Garfehl, 

There  can  be  no  prosperity  nor  virtue  nor  glory  in  the 
aggregate  when  the  individual  is  false  to  the  higher  dic- 
tates within  him.  By  night,  by  day,  at  home,  abroad,  in 
the  field,  the  mart,  the  workshop,  the  closet,  the  caucus, 
the  legislative  hall,  the  magistrate's  chair- — let  him  remem- 
ber that,  wherever  he  acts,  whatever  he  does,  he  acts  as  a 
complete  moral  agent,  personally,  directly  responsible  to 
God.  Let  him  remember  that  he  ever  represents  the  state. 
Let  him  consider  every  public  transaction  in  which  he  is 
engaged  as  a  private  affair,  and  to  that  end,  in  private  af- 
fairs, let  him  at  all  hazards  do  right.  Let  a  vile  deed  to 
which  he  has  given  the  least  countenance,  no  matter  how 
remote  in  its  operation  from  his  immediate  interests,  tin- 
gle his  cheek  with  shame,  as  if  he  had  lost  personal  credit 
and  respect  thereby.  Let  the  maxim  that  '  all  is  fair  in 
polities'  sound  as  discordant  to  his  ears  as  the  maxim  that 
'all  is  fair  in  religion,  '  'ad  is  fair  in  trade,'  '  all  is  fair  in 
any  act  of  intercourse  between  man  and  man.'  Let  him 
remember  that  no  movement  is  so  exclusively  public  as  to 


WATCH-FIRES.  1G1 

take  away  the  force  of  individual  responsibility  ;  that  no 
multitude  is  so  large  as  to  absorb  his  moral  personality  ; 
•out  there,  in  that  public  movement,  there,  in  that  huge 
crowd,  he  stands  as  if  he  were  standing  alone  in  the  uni- 
verse, spiritually  naked,  listening  to  the  judgment  of  God 
and  the  beating  of  his  own  heart. 

Chap  in. 

What  cordial  welcomes  greet  the  guest 
By  the  lone  rivers  of  the  West! 
How  faith  is  kept  and  truth  revered 
And  man  is  loved  and  God  is  feared, 

In  woodland  homes, 
And  where  the  ocean-border  foams! 

There's  freedom  at  our  gates,  and  rest 
For  earth's  downtrodden  and  oppressed, 
A  shelter  for  the  hunted  head, 
For  the  starved  worker  toil  and  bread; 

Power  at  thy  bounds 
Stops  and  calls  back  his  baffled  hounds. 

Bryant. 

On,  keep  their  memory  green  who  led 

A  suffering  Nation's  hope  forlorn  ! 
What  blows  they  gave  !  What  blood  they  shed  ! 

What  pangs  their  patience  learned  to  scorn  I 

The  patriot  saviors  !     Swift  they  rose 

The  primal  rights  of  men  to  shield  ; 
Their  bleeding  feet  and  tattered  clothes, 

The  unconquered,  dauntless  soul  revealed. 

Remember  valor's  piteous  plight, 

In  Valley  Forge,  the  camp  of  prayer  ; 

Mark  wan  hope's  agonizing  night, 
Storm-mocked  on  frozen  Delaware. 

My  heart  reveres  a  stately  name, 
Which,  bright  and  fadeless  as  a  star, 
11 


162  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Shines  lambent  in  the  sky  of  fame, 
Above  remembered  clouds  of  war. 

The  name  of  men's  ideal  man, — 

Of  heroes  great  the  greatest  one, — 
The  world-praised,  pure  American, — 

Home-worshiped,  godlike  Washington. 

Still,  as  his  birthday  circles  round, 

The  people's  hearts  foreknow  the  time  ; 

Sound,  loui1,  majestic  music,  sound  ! 
And  happy  bells,  rejoicing  chime  ! 

And  let  stern  cannon  jar  the  earth"; 

For  it  is  meet  their  echoing  boom 
Should  celebrate  our  freedom's  birth, 

And  re-pronounce  oppression's  doom. 

W.  II.  Venable, 

What  constitutes  a  state  ? 
Not  high-raised  battlements  or  labored  mound, 

Thick  wall  or  moated  gate  ; 
Not  cities  proud  with  spires  and  turrets  crowned; 

Not  bays  and  broad-armed  ports, 
Where,  laughing  at  the  storms,  rich  navies  ride; 

Not  starred  and  spangled  courts, 
Where  low-browed  baseness  waits  perfume  to  pride. 

No  ;  men,  high-minded  men, 
With  powers  as  far  above  dull  brutes  endued, 

In  forest,  brake,  or  den, 
As  beasts  excel  cold  rocks  and  brambles  rude — 

Men  who  their  duties  know, 
But  know  their  rights,  and  knowing,  dare  maintain — 

Prevent  the  long  aimed  blow, 
And  crush  the  tyrant  while  they  rend  the  chain — 

These  constitute  a  state; 
And  sovereign  law,  that  state's  collected  will, 


WATCH-FIRES.  163 

O'er  thrones  and  globes  elate 
Sits  empress,  crowning  good,  repressing  ill, 

Smit  by  her  sacred  frown, 
The  fiend,  dissension,  like  a  vapor  sinks; 

And  e'en  the  all-dazzling  crown 
Hides  its  faint  rays,  and  at  her  bidding  shrinks. 

Such  was  this  heaven-loved  isle, 
Than  Leslos  fairer,  and  the  Cretan  shore  1 

No  more  shall  freedom  smile? 
Shall  Britons  languish,  and  be  men  no  more  ? 

Since  all  must  life  resign, 
Those  sweet  rewards  which  decorate  the  brave 

'  Tis  folly  to  decline, 
And  steal  inglorious  to  the  silent  grave. 

Sir  William  Jones. 

For  not  in  quiet  English  fields 

Are  these,  our  brothers,  lain  to  rest, 
Where  we  might  deck  their  broken  shields 

With  all  the  flowers  the  dead  love  best. 

For  some  are  by  the  Delhi  walls, 

And  many  in  the  Afghan  land, 
And  many  where  the  Ganges  falls 

Through  seven  mouths  of  shifting  sand. 

And  some  in  Russian  waters  lie, 

And  others  in  the  seas  which  are 
The  portals  to  the  East,  or  by 

The  wind-swept  heights  of  Trafalgar. 

Where  are  the  brave,  the  strong,  the  fleet? 

Where  is  our  English  chivalry? 
Wild  grasses  are  their  burial-sheet, 

And  sobbing  waves  their  threnody. 

And  thou  whose  wounds  are  never  healed, 

Whose  weary  race  is  never  won; 
0  Cromwell's  England!  must  thou  yield 

For  every  inch  of  ground  a  son? 


164  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Go!  crown  with  thorns  thy  gold-crowned  head; 

Change  thy  glad  song  to  song  of  pain; 
Wind  and  wild  wave  have  got  thy  dead, 

And  will  not  yield  them  back  again. 

Oscar  Wilde. 


XVII. 

WATCH-FIRES. 

CONCLUDED. 

A  critic  is  now  aware  that  his  personal  taste  has  no 
value,  that  he  must  set  aside  his  temperament,  inclinations, 
party  and  interests  ;  that,  above  all,  his  talent  lies  in  sym- 
pathy, that  his  first  essay  in  history  should  consist  in  put- 
ting himself  in  the  place  of  the  men  whom  he  is  desirous  of 
judging,  to  enter  into  their  instincts  and  habits,  to  espouse 
their  sentiments,  to  re-think  their  thoughts,  to  reproduce 
within  himself  their  inward  condition,  to  represent  to  him- 
self minutely  and  substantially  their  surroundings,  to  fol- 
low in  imagination  the  circumstances  and  the  impres- 
sions which,  added  to  their  innate  tendency,  have  deter- 
mined their  actions  and  guided  their  lives.  Such  a  course, 
in  placing  us  at  an  artistic  point  of  view,  permits  us  better 
to  comprehend  them  ;  and  as  it  is  composed  of  analysis, 
it  is,  like  every  scientific  operation,  capable  of  verification 
and  perfectibility.  By  following  this  method,  we  have 
been  able  to  approve  and  disapprove  of  this  or  that  artist, 
to  condemn  one  and  praise  another  part  of  the  same  work, 
to  determine  the  nature  of  values,  to  point  out  progress  or 
decline,  to  recognize  periods  of  bloom  or  decay,  not  arbi- 
trarily, but  according  to  a  common  criterion. 

Taint. 


WATCH-FIRES.  165 

Let  us  not  fall  into  the  vulgar  whim  and  dishonor  the 
century  in  which  we  live.  Erasmus  called  the  sixteenth 
century  the  "  excrement  of  times ;"  Bossuet  thus  char- 
acterizes the  seventeenth  century  :  "  A  time  wicked  and 
small  ;"  Rousseau  stigmatizes  the  eighteenth  century  in 
these  terms :  "  This  great  rottenness  in  which  we  live." 
Posterity  has  decided  against  these  illustrious  minds.  She 
has  said  to  Erasmus,  "  The  sixteenth  century  is  grand  ;" 
to  Bossuet,  "  The  seventeenth  century  is  grand;"  to  Rous- 
seau, "The  eighteenth  century  is  grand."  The  infamy  of 
these  centuries  must  have  been  real,  yet  these  strong  men 
were  wrong  in  complaining.  The  thinker  ought  to  accept 
with  simplicity  and  calmness,  the  center  in  which  Provi- 
dence has  placed  him. 

Victor  Hugo. 

This  spirit  of  free  thought  may  be  seen  in  every  depart- 
ment of  active  life  and  dry  speculation.  The  most  casual 
observer  may  detect  its  presence  and  recognize  its  influence 
in  the  sphere  of  civil  government.  First  principles  are 
called  into  question.  The  right  of  property  is  disputed. 
The  supremacy  of  the  state  is  made  a  fiction.  The  law  is 
made  void  of  authority  without  the  unanimous  consent  of 
the  governed.  The  whole  machinery  of  civil  government 
becomes  dependent  upon  the  changing  whims  of  the  masses, 
and  the  nation  itself  possesses  no  divine  right  except  as 
derived  from  the  people.  The  educational  world  is  also 
subject  to  the  inroads  of  the  same  rash  mode  of  thought. 
Intellectual  discipline  is  at  a  discount.  Utilitarian  instruc- 
tion is  in  high  demand.  Classical  lore  is  a  useless  fable. 
Mathematics  is  a  torture  to  which  no  virtuous  man  should 
be  condemned.  Business  colleges  are  crowded  with  young 
men  hurrying  into  active  life,  and  the  whole  tendency  is  to 
leave  behind  the  standard  means  by  which  alone  the  intel- 
lect may  be  developed  and  the  mind  thoroughly  strength- 
ened. 

Henry  C.  Minion. 


lbb  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

It  suppresses  duration,  it  suppresses  space,  it  suppresses 
suffering;  it  writes  a  letter  from  Paris  to  London,  and  it  has 
the  answer  in  ten  minutes;  it  amputates  a  man's  thigh  while 
the  man  is  singing  and  smiling.  It  has  only  to  realize — and 
it  is  close  upon  it — a  progress  which  is  nothing  at  the  side 
of  the  other  miracles  which  it  has  already  done;  it  has  only 
to  find  the  means  to  propel  in  a  mass  of  air  a  bubble  of  air 
still  lighter  ;  it  has  already  secured  the  air-bubble,  and  it 
holds  it  imprisoned;  it  has  only  to  find  the  impelling  force, 
only  to  make  the  vacuum  before  the  balloon,  for  example, 
i  nly  to  burn  the  air  before  it,  as  the  rocket  would  ;  it  has 
only  to  resolve  in  some  such  way  this  problem,  and  it  will 
resolve  it;  and  do  you  know  what  will  happen  ?  At  that 
very  instant  frontiers  will  vanish,  barriers  will  retire,  every- 
thing which  is  a  Chinese  wall  around  thought,  around  com- 
merce, around  industry,  around  nationalities,  around  pro- 
gress, will  crumble. 

Victor  Hugo. 

In  spite  of  censorship,  in  spite  of  the  Index;  it  will  rain 
books  and  journals  everywhere.  Voltaire,  Diderot,  Rousseau, 
will  fall  in  hail  on  Rome,  on  Naples,  on  Vienna,  on  St.  Pe- 
tersburg. Human  speech  is  manna  and  the  serf  will  pick  it 
up  in  the  furrows  ;  fanaticisims  will  die,  oppression  will  be 
impossible  ;  man  crawls  along  the  earth,  he  escapes  ;  civili- 
zation will  make  herself  a  flock  of  birds  and  fly  away,  and 
go  whirling,  and  light  joyously  on  all  points  of  the  globe  at 
once.  Stop  !  there  she  is,  she  is  passing;  point  your  can- 
non, old  despotisms  !  she  disdains  you  ;  you  are  the  bullet, 
she  is  the  lightning  ;  no  more  hatreds,  no  more  interests 
mutually  annulling  one  another  ;  no  more  wars  ;  a  sort  of 
new  life  made  up  of  concord  and  light,  carries  away  and 
pacifies  the  world  ;  the  fraternity  of  peoples  crosses  space 
and  communes  in  the  eternal  azure  ;  men  are  mingled  in 
the  heavens  until  this  last  progress  ;  see  the  point  to  which 
this  century  has  brought  civilization. 

Victor  Hugo. 


WATCH-FIRES.  167 

This  system  and  order  everywhere  forms  the  basis  of  all 
science,  and  is  indeed  the  condition  without  which  thought 
itself  could  no  longer  exist.  The  uniformity  of  universal 
law  lies  at  the  bottom  of  all  rational  thinking  and  intelli- 
gent acting.  Whence  it  may  be  readily  seen  how  vain  and 
false  is  the  boasted  liberty  of  free  thought.  No  thought 
is  worthy  of  the  name  that  does  not  conform  itself  to  the 
rigid  methods  of  regular  law.  The  liberty  of  free  thought 
is  the  thraldom  of  passion,  prejudice  and  perverted  reason, 
and  the  real  dignity  of  the  human  mind  is  nowhere  more 
worthily  displayed  than  when  reverently  engaged  in  dis- 
covering to  itself  the  laws  by  which  the  "  Everlasting  Ge- 
ometer "  of  the  created  universe  is  pleased  to  execute  His 
designs  and  accomplish  His  purposes. 

Henry  C.  Minion. 

But  the  higher  departments  of  moral  and  religious 
thought  are  perhaps  most  seriously  invaded  by  this  modern 
spirit  of  free  thinking.  Here,  as  everywhere,  freedom  of 
thought  is  followed  by  freedom  of  action,  and  this  ripens 
into  the  ranker  fruits  of  libertinism  and  social  anarchy. 
The  family  and  all  the  sacred  ties  of  the  home  circle  are 
lost  in  the  mazy  mist  of  modern  socialism.  The  Bible  is  a 
book  fit  only  to  be  read  by  children.  Revelation  is  a  myth, 
and  the  dignity  of  mind  is  asserted  in  the  motto:  "Science 
and  Reason  are  the  highest  powers  in  man."  Paine's  suc- 
cessors, gifted  with  his  derisive  satire  without  his  power  of 
reason,  lecture  in  Christian  cities  to  crowded  and  applaud- 
ing  audiences.  Such  are  the  actual  and  legitimate  results 
of  the  so-called  free  thought  of  the  nineteenth  century. 
The  popular  disposition  to  drift  away  from  the  old  land- 
marks of  thought  is  justly  considered  one  of  the  most 
alarming  symptoms  of  the  present  era.  The  inventive  ge- 
nius of  the  American  mind  is  indeed  marvelous.  The  glory 
of  our  history  is  in  the  richness  of  our  apt  discoveries. 

Henry  C.  Minton. 


163  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  history  of  mankind  as  well  shows  forth  the  uniform- 
ity of  law.  Social  science,  yet  in  its  infancy,  will  one  day 
teach  the  laws  and  conditions  of  national  success  and  social 
ruin,  just  as  alchemy  gave  birth  to  the  beautiful  science  of 
chemistry,  and  the  mythical  stories  of  ancient  astrology  to 
the  demonstrations  of  Kepler's  laws.  Just  as  all  physical 
energy  may  be  reduced  to  the  form  of  heat,  so,  at  the  magic 
touch  of  such  men  as  the  Herschels,  Newton  and  La  Place, 
all  scientific  truth  seems  to  resolve  itself  into  the  chilling 
formulas  of  mathematical  law. 

Henry  C.  Minton. 

The  age  is  tempestuous  with  speculation,  and  every  new 
thinker  seems  to  be  the  center  of  converg-in^  whirlwinds. 
This  restless  spirit  of  inquiry  is  not  confined  to  those  who 
have  been  trained  in  universities,  and  who  are  at  the  head 
of  the  world's  marching  columns,  but,  owing  to  the  ad- 
vance of  science  and  the  diffusion  of  knowledge,  is  to  be 
found  wherever  the  light  of  the  press  has  penetrated, 
wherever  man  has  been  taught  to  think  and  to  investigate. 

While  the  great  body  of  Christians  throughout  the  world, 
hold  with  an  ever  tightening  grasp  to  the  vital  truths  of 
the  Gospel,  yet  we  find  that  among  many  whose  opinions 
greatly  influence,  if  they  do  not  control  the  multitude, 
grave  questions  have  sprung  up  and  are  now  being  hotly 
discussed,  concerning  the  nature  of  Christ's  redemptive 
work,  the  nature  of  inspiration,  the  unity  and  antiquity  of 
the  human  race,  the  success  of  Protestantism,  papal  infalli- 
bility, the  necessity  for  universal  Christian  union,  concern- 
ing the  relation  of  church  and  state;  concerning  hell  and 
eternal  punishment,  concerning  amusements,  concerning 
baptism  and  the  eucharist,  concerning  church  govern- 
ment and  church  discipline  and  church  psalmody  and 
music;  concerning  revivals,  the  new  birth  and 
growth  in  grace,  and  the  claims  and  advantages  of  an  im- 
posing liturgy  and  a  splendid  ritual  service.  Athletic 
minds  are  now  grappling  anew  with  these  mighty  subjects, 


WATCH-FIRES.  169 

and  with  an  honest  aim,  let  us  hope,  are  struggling  forward 
again  towards  their  just  and  final  settlement. 

Th  ■  present  age,  exultant  over  the  many  recent  wonder- 
ful triumphs  in  the  field  of  natural  science,  almost  uncon- 
sciously glides  into  a  materialistic  mode  of  thought,  and 
perhaps  too  strongly  demands  that  all  accepted  truth  shall 
conform  to  the  conditions  upon  which  the  physical  world  is 
found  to  exist.  This  tendency  leads  to  endless  confusion 
in  all  other  than  the  physical  sciences;  this  condition  in 
turn  invites  the  threatening  state  of  the  public  mind  so  sig- 
nificantly designated  by  the  term  free  thought. 

This  tendency  to  free  thinking  has  been  growing  ever 
since  the  days  of  Kant,  Hegel  and  Voltaire,  and  may  be 
seen  in  the  increasing  disposition  to  popularize  and  simplify 
all  their  hidden  doctrines  and  abstruse  ideas.  The  great 
pendulum  of  human  thought  swings  slowly;  and,  by  the 
marvelous  force  of  its  own  inertia,  is  always  driven  beyond 
the  vertical  line  of  absolute  perfection. 

Henry  C.  Minton. 

This  century  is  the  grandest  of  centuries;  and  do  you  ask 
why?  because  it  is  the  sweetest.  This  century,  the  imme- 
diate and  first  issue  of  the  French  Revolution,  freed  the 
slave  in  America,  elevated  the  pariahs  in  Asia,  extinguished 
the  funeral  pile  in  India,  and  crushed  the  last  firebrands  at 
the  martyr's  stake  in  Europe;  is  civilizing  Turkey,  is  causing 
the  Gospel  to  penetrate  even  to  the  refutation  of  the  Koran; 
elevates  woman,  subordinates  the  right  of  might  to  the 
might  of  right;  suppresses  piracies,  softens  suffering,  makes 
the  galleys  wholesome,  throws  the  red  branding-iron  into  the 
sewer,  condemns  the  death  penalty,  takes  the  ball  from  the 
foot  of  the  galley-slave,  abolishes  corporal  punishment,  de- 
grades and  dishonors  war,  takes  the  edge  away  from  the 
Dukes  of  Alva  and  the  Charles  the  Ninths,  tears  out 
the  claws  of  tyraDts. 

Victor  Hugo. 


170  GOLDEN   GLEAMS. 

But  there  is  a  limit,  both  to  the  necessity  and  the  capac- 
ity of  this  power  of  invention.  Its  needful  and  salutary 
exercise  should  not  give  it  an  impetus  beyond  the  range  of 
virtue  and  safety.  In  the  fresh  vigor  of  national  youth, 
the  American  people  should  stand  by  the  old  and  tested 
methods  of  thought  and  life  that  have  availed  the  virtuous 
generations  that  have  gone  before,  and  take  warning  from 
the  sudden  and  speedy  fall  that  has  uniformly  marked  the 
end  of  those  nations  that  have  been  lured  from  the  long- 
trod  paths  of  homely  truth  and  simple  virtue. 

The  present  age  is  certainly  far  enough  down  in  the  line  of 
the  world's  history  to  perceive  at  a  single  retrospective  glance, 
especially  in  the  light  of  its  eminent  achievements  in  every 
department  of  scientific  thought,  that  the  great  watchword 
of  the  entire  universe  is  law — austere,  changeless,  unfailing 
law.  The  shooting  grass  in  the  sunny  meadow,  the  surging 
wave  on  the  mighty  deep,  the  tall  peak  lifting  its  head  high 
toward  the  blue  sky  above  it,  sublime  with  the  gray  wrinkles 
of  the  formative  ages  throng!)  which  it  has  pa-sod,  the  sil- 
very clouds  that  float  along  over  it,  the  sun  that  lights  our 
day  and  the  more  distant  suns  that  illuminate  our  night,  and 
the  yet  more  remote  luminaries  whose  light,  perchance,  has 
never  yet  had  time  to  wing  its  flight  to  this  shady  nook  of 
the  skies — all  these  bow  their  obeisance  to  their  great  Cre- 
ator and  delight  to  fulfill  His  mandates  and  exemplify  His 
laws. 

Henry  C.  Minton. 

This  century  proclaims  the  sovereignty  of  the  citizen  and 
the  inviolability  of  life;  it  crowns  the  people  and  conse- 
crates man.  In  art  it  has  all  varieties  of  genius:  writers, 
orators,  poets,  historians,  publicists,  philosophers,  painters, 
statuaries,  musicians,  majesty,  grace,  power,  strength,  bril- 
liancy, depth,  color,  form,  style.  It  reinvigorates  itself  at 
once  in  the  real  and  in  the  ideal  ;  and  carries  in  its  hand 
these   two  thunderbolts — the    true    and  the   beautiful.     In 


WATCH-FIRES.  171 

science  it  performs  every  miracle:  it  makes  saltpetre  out  of 
cotton;  of  steam,  a  horse;  of  the  voltaic  pile,  a  workman;  of 
the  electric  fluid,  a  messenger;  of  the  sun,  a  painter.  It 
waters  itself  with  subterranean  waters  till  it  warms  itself 
with  central  fire;  it  opens  on  the  two  infinities  those  two 
windows — the  telescope,  on  the  infinitely  great;  the  micro- 
scope, on  the  infinitely  little;  and  it  finds  in  the  first  abyss — 
stars,  and  in  the  second — insects,  which  prove  God  to  it. 

Victor  Hugo. 

We  live  in  the  world's  crisis.  Never  were  such  changes 
going  on  as  now.  The  world  never  felt  such  thrills  and 
throbs  before.  The  hearts  of  men  now  harden  or  soften 
under  the  influence  of  the  truth  quicker  than  ever;  charac- 
ter is  now  more  rapidly  formed  than  ever;  opinions  are 
shaking,  and  hoary  errors  are  dying  by  sudden  paralysis. 
Truth  is  crystalizing  and  asserting  its  power.  We  are  lost 
in  the  whirl  of  the  great  agitation,  and  stunned  by  the  noise 
of  conflicting  elements.  Plunged  in  the  midst  of  exciting 
events,  we  are  bewildered  by  their  novelty  and  rapidity. 
Men  have  forgotten  to  hope — almost  forgotten  to  pray,  but 
it  is  God  who  is  shaking  the  world  that  false  institutions 
may  fall.  Behold  it  in  the  social,  political,  financial  and 
religious  revolutions  that  are  now  taking  place  with  almost 
dramatic  suddenness!  Behold  it  in  the  opening  of  iron 
doors  whose  creaking  rings  round  the  globe!  Behold  it  in 
the  overthrow  of  wrongs  which  have  resisted  the  shock  of 
centuries!  Can  Christianity  stand  in  this  hour  of  the 
world's  trial?  I  believe  she  can,  for  her  principles  are 
righteous  and  immutable;  but,  with  God's  help,  they  must 
be  lived  and  cherished,  and  preserved  unsullied.  What  a 
grand,  earnest  thing  it  is  to  live  at  such  an  hour  as  this!  with 
the  roar  of  conflict  all  around  us,  with  the  graves  of  saints 
and  martyrs  behind  us;  with  a  glorious  future  and  heaven 
before  us,  what  a  time  for  hope,  and  prayer,  and  effort! 


17 '2  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

XVIII. 

VIOLET-FLAMES. 

I  do  love  violets;  they  tell  the  history  of  woman's  love. 

Letitla  E.  Landon. 

Woman  must  impose  a  restraint  upon  her  affections  until 
she  is  challenged.  Like  the  violet,  she  hides  her  sweetness 
beneath  the  leaf  until  the  hand  is  stretched  to  pluck  her 
from  concealment. 

B.  M.  Palmer,  D.D. 

I  have  always  said  it,  nature  meant  to  make  woman  as 
its  masterpiece. 

Lessing. 

I  am  prescient  by  the  very  hope 
And  promise  set  upon  me,  that  henceforth 
Only  my  gentleness  shall  make  me  great, 
My  humbleness  exalt  me. 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning; 

(Eve,  in  "Drama  of  Exile".) 

The  world  is  the  book  of  women.  Whatever  knowledge 
they  may  possess  is  more  commonly  acquired  by  observa- 
tion than  by  reading. 

Rousseau. 

What  causes  the  mnjority  of  women  to  be  so  little 
touched  by  friendship  is,  that  it  is  insipid  when  they  have 
once  tasted  of  love. 

La  Rochefoucauld. 

Her  voice  was  ever  soft, 
Gentle  and  low;  an  excellent  thing  in  woman. 

Shakespeare. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  173 

The  taste  forever  refines  in  the  study  of  woman. 

iV.  P.  Willis. 

Man  legislates;  woman  ornates. 

Eugene  Benson. 

Contact  with  a  high-minded   woman  is  good  for  the  life 

of  any  man. 

Henry  Vincent. 

The  influence  of  poetry  in  literature  is  like  the  influence 
of  true  womanhood  in  society. 

Prof.  Parsdon. 

Men  like  women  to  reflect  them,  but  the  woman  who  can 
only  reflect  a  man  and  is  nothing  in  herself,  will  never  be 
of  much  service  to  him. 

George  McDonald. 

To  glorify  the  common  offices  of  life,  that  is  the  grand- 
est part  of  woman's  work  in  this  world. 

Joseph  J.  Duryea,  D.D. 

A  lovely  countenance  is  the  fairest  of  all  sights,  and  the 
sweetest  harmony  in  the  world  is  the  sound  of  the  voice  of 
her  whom  we  love. 

La  Bruye're. 

Woman  has  been  faithful  in  a  few  things;  now  God  is 
going  to  make  her  ruler  over  many  things. 

Susan  B.  Anthony. 

From  my  experience,  not  one  in  twenty  marries  the  first 
love.     We  build  statues  of  snow  and  weep  to  see  them  melt, 

Walter  Scott. 

Love  has  a  way  of  cheating  itself  consciously,  like  a  child 
who  plays  at  solitary  hide-and-seek;  it  is  pleased  with  as- 
surances that  it  all  the  while  disbelieves. 

George  Eliot. 


'  74  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

To  be  womanly  is  the  greatest  charm  of  woman. 

Gladstone. 

We  glorify  the  supremacy  of  a  first  love,  as  though  the 
heart  did  not  require  a  training  as  varied  as  the  intellect. 

The  Galaxy. 

We  seldom  think  how  much  we  owe  our  first  love. 

Goethe. 

How  little  flattering  is  a  woman's  love  ! 
Given  commonly  to  whomsoever  is  nearest 
And  propped  with  most  advantage;  outward  grace 
Nor  inward  light  is  needful;  day  by  day 
Men  wanting  both  are  mated  with  the  best 
And  loftiest  of  God's  feminine  creation, 
Whose  love  takes  no  distinction  but  of  gender, 
And  ridicules  the  very  name  of  choice. 

Henry  Taylor. 

Love  is  first  inspired  by  a  magnetism  that  has  a  locked 
door.  It  is  what  women  withhold  in  the  coloring  of  a 
thought  or  the  tone  of  voice,  the  glance  of  an  eye  or  the 
pressure  of  a  hand,  which  ties  the  bandage  over  the  first 
sentiment,  and  turns  it  into  a  Cupid. 

N.  P.  Willis. 

I  did  not  fall  in  love — I  rose  in  love. 

Bulwer. 

There  are  souls  that  are  created  for  one  another  in  the 
eternities;  hearts  that  are  predestined  each  to  each  from 
the  absolute  necessities  of  their  nature;  and  when  this  man 
and  woman  come  face  to  face,  these  hearts  throb  and  are  one. 

Anna  JE.  Dickinson. 

One  of  the  most  wonderful  things  in  nature  is  a  glance; 
it  is  the  bodily  symbol  of  identity. 

Emerson. 


VIOLET-FLAMES. 

I  asked  the  Sun, 
"  Can  'st  tell  me  what  love  is  ?  " 
He  answered  only  by  a  smile 
Of  golden  light. 

I  prayed  the  flowers, 
"Oh,  tell  me,  what  is  love  ?" 
Only  a  fragrant  sigh  was  wafted 
Thro'  the  night. 

"  Is  love  the  soul's  true  life, 
Or  is  it  but  the  sport 
Of  idle  summer  hours  ?"  I  asked 
Of  Heaven  above. 

In  answer,  God  sent  theet 
Sweet  heart,  to  me  ! 
And  I  no  longer  question, 
"  What  is  love  ?  " 


175 


y 


Her  eyes  are  homes  of  silent  prayer. 


The  Galaxy. 


Tennyson. 


Have  you  ever  thought  of  it?  The  memory  of  an  eye  is 
the  most  deathless  of  memories,  because  there,  if  anywhere, 
you  catch  a  glimpse  of  the  visible  soul  as  it  sits  by  the 
window. 

Donald  G.  Mitchell. 


Ladies,  whose  bright  eyes  rain  influence. 


Milton. 


I  am  not  one  of  those  who  do  not  believe  in  love  at  first 
sight,  but  I  believe  in  taking  a  second  look  1 

Henry  Vincent, 

'Tis  sweet  to  know  there  is  an  eye  will  mark 
Our  coming,  and  look  brighter  when  we  come. 

Byron, 


176  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Some  day,  some  day  of  days,  threading  the  street 

With  idle,  heedless  pace, 

Unlooking  for  such  grace, 

I  shall  behold  your  face  ! 
Some  day,  some  day  of  days,  thus  may  we  meet. 

Perchance  the  sun  may  shine  from  skies  of  May, 

Or  winter's  icy  chill 

Touch  whitely  vale  and  hill; 

"What  matter?     1  shall  thrill 
Through  every  vein  with  summer  on  that  day. 
Once  more  life's  perfect  youth  will  all  come  back, 

And  for  a  moment  there 

I  shall  stand  fresh  and  fair, 

And  drop  the  garment  care; 
Once  more  my  perfect  youth  will  nothing  lack. 

I  shut  my  eyes  now,  thinking  how  't  will  be, — 

How  face  to  face  each  soul 

Will  slip  its  long  control, 

Forget  the  dismal  dole 
Of  dreary  fate's  dark  separating  sea; 

And  glance  to  glance  and  hand  to  hand  in  greeting, 

The  past  with  all  its  fears, 

Its  silence  and  its  tears, 

Its  lonely  yearning  years, 
Shall  vanish  in  the  moment  of  that  meeting. 

Elizabeth  S.  Phelps. 

Glanci:s  are  the  first  billets-doux  of  love. 

JSii7ion  de  V  Enclos. 

Distance  injures  love  less  than  nearness. 

Richter. 

TnB  soul  is  never  so  hampered  by  its  enthrallment,  with- 
in the  body,  as  when  it  loves. 

Prof.  0  S.  Fowler. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  177 

There  is  an  atmosphere  in  the  letters  of  those  we  love 
which  we  alone — we  who  love — can  feel. 

Marion  Harland. 

When  love  begins  to  sicken  and  decay 
It  useth  an  enforced  ceremony. 

Shakespeare. 

A  man  of  sense  may  love  like  a  madman,  but  never  like 
a  fool. 

La  Rochefoucauld. 

Each  time  we  love, 
We  turn  a  nearer  and  a  broader  mark 
To  that  keen  archer,  Sorrow,  and  he  strikes. 

Alexander  Smith. 

The  love  of  man,  in  his  maturer  years,  is  not  so  much  a 
new  emotion  as  a  revival  and  concentration  of  all  his  de- 
parted affections  for  others. 

Bulwer. 

We  bury  love; 
F  orgetfulness  grows  over  it  like  grass; 
That  is  a  thing  to  weep  for,  not  the  dead. 

Alexander  Smith. 

On!  sweet  fond  dream  of  human  love! 
A  rose-cloud  dimly  seen  above, 
Melting  in  heaven's  blue  depths  away. 

Whittier 

Love  is  never  lost.  If  not  reciprocated  n  will  flow  back 
and  soften  and  purify  the  heart. 

In:  big. 

O,  shallow  and  mean  heart!  dost  thou  conceive  so  little 
of  looe  as  not  to  know  that  it  sacrifice-  ail — love  itself- — for 
the  happiness  of  the  one  it  loves? 

12 


173  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  hold  it  true  whate'er  befall, 

I  feel  it  when  I  sorrow  most; 
'T  is  better  to  have  loved  and  lost, 

Than  never  to  have  loved  at  all. 

Tennyson. 

The  beautiful  are  never  desolate; 
Some  one  always  loves  them— God  or  man; 
If  man  abandons,  God  takes  them. 

Bailey. 

She  was  like 
A  drpam  of  poetry,  that  may  not  be 
Written  or  told — exceeding  beautiful! 
And  so  came  worshipers. 


The  rose  is  fairest  when  'tis  budding  new, 

And  hope  is  brightest  when  it  dawns  from  fears; 

The  rose  is  sweetest  wash'd  with  morning  dew, 
And  love  is  loveliest  when  embalm' d  in  tears. 

/Scott. 

I  have  nu.de  my  choice,  have    lived  my  poems,  and  though 

youth  is  gone  in  wasted  days, 
I  have   found  the   lover's    crown  of  myrtle   better  than  the 

poet's  crown  of  bays. 

Oscar    Wilde. 

Better  trust  all  and  be  deceived, 

And  weep  that  trust  and  that  deceiving, 

Than  doubt  one  heart  that,  if  believed, 

Had  blessed  one's  life  with  true  believing. 

Oh!   in  this  mocking  world  too  fast 

The  doubting  fiend  o'ertakes  our  youth; 

Better  be  cheated  to  the  last, 

Than  lose  the  blessed  hope  of  truth. 

Frances  A.  Kemble. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  179 

Bkwabe  of  her  fair  hair,  for  she  excels 

A;    women  in  the  magic  of  her  locks; 

And  if  she  wind  them  round  a  young  man's  heart, 

She  will  not  ever  let  him  go  again. 

Shelley. 

Matches  wherein  one  party  is  all  passion,  and  the  other 
all  indifference,  will  assimilate  about  as  well  as  ice  and  fire. 
It  is  possible  that  the  fire  will  dissolve  the  ice,  but  it  is 
mo;i  probable  that  it  will  be  extinguished  in  the  attempt. 

Co  Hon, 

She  was  said  to  have  made  a  brilliant  match,  whatever 
that  may  mean.  One  thing,  however,  it  does  not  mean;  to 
make  a  brilliant  match  is  not  another  form  of  expression 
for  marrying  the  man  or  woman  you  love. 

Harper's* 

Love  weepeth  always — weepeth  for  the  past, 
For  woes  that  are,  for  woes  that  may  betide; 

Why  sho  ild  not  hard  ambition  weep  at  last, 
Envy  and  hatred,  avarice  and  pride? 

Tennyson. 

Tht:u2,  speak  in  whispers;  fold  me  to  thy  heart, 

D<  ar  love,  for  I  have  roamed  a  weary  weary  way; 
B    ;  my  vague  terrors  with  thy  kiss  depart! 

Oh,  I  have  been  arannu  the  dead  to-day, 
An  1,  like  a  pilgrim  to  some  martyr's  shrine, 

Awed  with  the  memories  that  crowd  my  brain, 
Fearng  my  voice,  I  woo  the  charm  of  thine; 

Tell  me  thou  livest,  lovest,  yet  again. 

Not  among  graves,  but  letters  old  and  dim, 
Yellow  and  precious,  have  I  touched  the  past, 

Reverent  and  prayerful  as  we  chant  the  hymn 

Among  the  aisles  where  saints  their  shadows  cast; 

Reading  dear  names  on  faded  leaves  that  here. 


180 


GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 


Were  worn  with  foldings  tremulous  and  fond, 
These  drowned  in  plashing  of  a  tender  tear, 

Or  with  death's  tremble  pointing  "  the  beyond." 

And  love,  there  came  a  flutter  of  white  wings, 

A  stir  of  snowy  robes  from  out  the  deep 
Of  utter  silence,  as  I  read  the  things 

I  smiled  to  trace  before  I  learned  to  weep; 
And  hands,  whose  clasp  was  magic  long  ago, 

Came  soft  before  me,  till  I  yearned  to  press 
Mad  kisses  on  their  whiteness;  then  the  \  oe, 

The  sting  of  death,  the  chill  of  nothingness. 

One  was  afar,  where  golden  sands  made  dim 

The  shining  steps  of  the  poor  trickster  Time; 
And  one  was  lost.      Ah  bitter  grief  for  him 

Who  wrecked  his  manhood  in  the  depths  of  crime! 
Another,  beautiful  as  morning's  beam 

Flushing  the  Orient,  lay  meekly  down 
Among  the  daisies,  dreaming  love's  glad  dream; 

And  one  sweet  saint  now  wears  a  starry  crown. 

And  thus  there  stole  delicious  odors  still 

From  out  those  relics  of  the  charmed  past, 
Sighs  from  the  lips  omnipotent  to  will 

And  win  rich  tribute  to  the  verv  last; 
But  death,  or  change,  had  been  among  my  flowers, 

And  all  their  bloom  had  faded,  so  that  1     • 
Yield  my  sad  thoughts  to  the  compelling  powers 

Of  the  bright  soul  I  worship  til!  I  die. 
Nay,  never  doubt  me,  for,  by  love's  divine 

And  tearful  past,  I  know  my   future  thine. 


What  greater  thing  is  there  for  two  human  souls  than  to 
feel  that  they  are  joined  for  life — to  strengthen  each  other 
in  all  labor,  to  rest  on  each  other  in  all  sorrow,  to  minister 
to  each  other  in  all  pain,  to  be  one  with  each  other  in  silent^ 
unspeakable  memories  at  the  moment  of  the  last  parting? 

George  Eliot. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  181 

Then,  too,  I  love  thee 

For  having  so  adored  me  that  my  presence 
Near  thee  was  unto  thee  a  sacred  thing, 
For  having  at  my  feet,  as  on  an  altar, 
Sacrificed  all  the  fury  of  thy  hate. 
I  love  thee  for  that  perfect  gentleness 
That  strove  to  win  me,  having  conquered  me; 
For  having  set  me  free  and  made  my  fate 
Depend  upon  the  worthiest,  not  the  strongest; 
For  having  braved  for  me  curses  and  storms, 
And  above  all  I  love  thee — lor  I  love  thee! 
Dost  thou  believe  me  now? 

M.  Lomin. 

Oh!  cast  thou  not 

Affection  from  thee!     In  this  bitter  world, 
Hold  to  thy  heart  that  only  treasure  fast; 
Watch,  guard  it — suffer  not  a  breath  to  dim 
The  bright  gem's  purity. 

Felicia  Hemans. 

Love  not  told, 
And  only  born  of  absence  and  by  thought, 
With  thought  and  absence  may  return  to  naught. 

Jean  Inge  low. 

He  did  not  notice  that  I  never  spoke  to  her  in  the  same 
key  of  voice  to  which  the  conversation  of  others  was  at- 
tuned. He  saw  not  that  while  she  turned  to  him  with  a 
smile  or  a  preparation  to  listen,  she  heard  my  voice  as  if 
her  attention  had  been  arrested  by  distant  music,  with  no 
change  in  her  features  except  a  look  more  earnest  ;  she 
would  have  called  him  to  look  with  her  at  a  glowing  sunset 
or  to  point  out  a  new  corner  in  the  road  from  the  village  ; 
but  if  the  moon  had  gone  suddenly  into  a  cloud  and  sad- 
dened the  face  of  the  landscape,  or  if  the  wind  had  sounded 
mournfully  through  the  trees  as  she  looked  out  upon  the 
night,  she  would  have  spoken  of  that  first  to  me  ! 

JV.  P.  Willis. 


182  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

They  sin  who  tell  us  love  can  die; 

With  life  all  other  passions  fly; 

All  others  are  but  vanity. 

In  heaven  ambition  cannot  dwell, 

Nor  avarice  in  the  vaults  of  hell. 

Earthly,  these  passions  of  low  earth, 

They  perish  where  they  have  their  birth; 

But  love  is  indestructible — 

Its  holy  flame  forever  burnetii; 

From  heaven  it  came,  to  heaven  returneth. 

Too  oft  on  earth  a  troubled  guest, 

At  times  deceived,  at  times  opprest, 

It  here  is  tried  and  purified. 

And  hath  in  heaven  its  perfect  rest. 

It  soweth  here  with  toil  and  care, 

But  the  harvest-time  of  love  is  there. 

Oh!  when  a  mother  meets  on  high 

The  babe  she  lost  in  infancy, 

Hath  she  not  then  for  all  her  fears, 

The  day  of  woe,  the  watchful  night, 

For  all  her  sorrows,  all  her  tears, 

An  over-payment  of  delight? 

Southey. 

There  is  not  an  hour 
Of  day  or  dreaming  night,  but  I  am  -with  thee  ; 
There's  not  a  wind  but  whispers  of  thy  name, 
And  not  a  flower  that  sleeps  beneath  the  moon, 
But  in  its  hues  or  fragrance  tells  a  tale  of  thee. 


Seldom  hath  my  tongue  pronounced  that  name, 
But  the  dear  love,  so  deeply  wounded  there, 

I,  in  my  heart,  with  silent  faith  sincere, 
Devoutly  cherish  till  we  meet  again. 

Southey. 


VIOLET-FL  A  M  ES.  1 83 

Oh  !  if  thou  lovest  and  art  a  woman, 

Hide  thy  love  from  him  whom  thou  dost  worship — 
Never  let  him  know  how  dear  he  is  ; 

Flit  like  a  bird  before  him, — 
Lead  him  from  tree  to  tree,  from  flower  to  flower, 

But  be  not  won,  or  thou  mayest  like  that  bird, 
When  caught  and  caged,  be  left  to  pine  neglected 

And  perish  in  forgetfulness. 

Letitia  E.  Landon, 

The  night  has  a  thousand  eyes, 

The  day  but  one  ; 
Yet  the  light  of  the  bright  world  dies 

With  the  dying  sun. 

The  mind  has  a  thousand  eyes, 

The  heart  but  one  ; 
Yet  the  light  of  a  whole  life  dies, 

When  love  is  done. 


Say  never,  ye  loved  once, 

God  is  too  near  above,  the  grave  below, 

And  all  our  moments  go 

Too  quickly  past  our  souls,  for  saying  so. 

The  mysteries  of  life  and  death  avenge 

Affections  light  of  range; 

There  comes  no  change  to  justify  that  change. 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning. 

I  fain  would  ask  thee  to  forget;  v 

'T  were  best,  perhaps,  I  were  forgot; 

I  raise  the  pen  to  write — and  yet 

I  write  the  words — "  forget  me  not." 

How  can  I  ask  thee  to  forget, 

When  'tis  so  sweet  to  remembered  be? 

Then  let  me  say  without  regret, 
Think — yes,  ofttimes  think  of  me. 


184  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

If  I  leave  ail  for  thee,  wilt  thou  exchange 
And  be  all  to  me?     Shall  I  never  miss 
Home-talk  and  blessing,  and  the  common  kiss 
That  comes  to  each  in  turn,  nor  count  it  strange 
When  I  look  up,  to  drop  on  a  new  range 
Of  walls  and  floors — another  home  than  this? 
Nay,  wilt  thou  fill  that  place  by  me  which  is 
Filled  by  dead  eyes,  too  tender  to  know  change? 
That's  hardest.     If  to  conquer  love  has  tried, 
To  conquer  grief,  tries  more,  as  all  things  prove; 
For  grief,  indeed,  is  love  and  grief  besides; 
Alas!  I  have  grieved  so,  1  am  hard  to  love. 
Yet  love  me,  wilt  thou?     Open  thine  heart  wide 
And  fold  within  the  wet  wings  of  thy  dove! 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning. 

There  are  many  phases  through  which  the  soul  must 
pass  before  it  can  attain  even  that  approximation  to  the 
divine  which  is  possible  on  earth.  We  cling  to  prop  after 
prop;  we  follow  longingly  whichever  of  earth's  beautiful 
and  blessed  things  seems  most  to  realize  that  perfect  ideal 
which  we  call  happiness.  Of  these  joys  the  dearest,  truest 
and  most  satisfying,  is  that  which  lifts  us  out  of  ourselves, 
and  unites  us  in  heart  and  soul — aye,  and  intellect  too,  for 
the  spirit  must  find  its  mate  to  make  the  union  perfect — 
with  some  other  being.  This  we  call  love.  But  the  chances 
of  fortune  come  between  us  and  our  desires;  the  light 
passes,  and  we  go  on  our  way  in  darkness.  We  walk  alone, 
and  earth's  deepest  and  most  real  joys  float  by  like  shadows. 
Alas!  we  can  but  stretch  our  arms  toward  that  Infinite, 
which  alone  is  able  to  fill  the  longings  of  an  immortal  spirit. 
Then,  with  wounded  souls  lying  naked  and  open  before  the 
Beholder  of  all,  we  look  yearningly  toward  the  eternal  and 
divine  life,  complete,  unchangeable,  and  cry,  with  subdued 
voice.  "0  God!  thy  fullness  is  sufficient  for  me;  O  Godl 
thy  love  is  an  all-boundless  store!" 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  185 

I  wake.     Ah  !  would  that  I  could  sleep  again  ! 

For  in  my  slumber  I  had  quite  forgot 
The  weariness,  the  heart-ache  and  the  pain 

That  makes  the  burden  of  my  waking  lot. 
I  wake.     Ah  !  would  that,  waking,  I  could  live 

The  dreams  that  slumber  to  my  senses  brought  ! 
Why  not  ?     Why  may  I  not  full  freedom  give 

To  soul  and  sense,  and,  disregarding  aught 
That  frets  and  fetters  individual  life, 

Fill  full  my  waking  with  the  dream-life  bliss, 
And  count  the  ills,  in  waking  moments  rife, 

As  only  dreams  ?     Ay,  darling,  even   this 
I  can  and  will,  if  only  thou  wilt  take 

Thy  path  with  mo,  from  all  the  world  aside, 
Content  forevermore  with  me  to  make 

My  dream  our  life,  thy  heart  the  only  guide  ! 

"  Montebello" 

You,  0  man!  who  with  your  honey  words  and  your  ten- 
der looks  steal  awav  a  vounjj  ffirl's  heart,  for  thoughtless  or 
selfish  vanity,  do  you  know  what  it  is  you  do?  Do  you 
know  what  it  is  to  turn  the  precious  fountain  of  woman's 
first  love  into  a  very  Marah,  whose  bitterness  may  pervade 
her  whole  life's  current,  crushing  her,  if  humble,  beneath 
the  torture  of  self-con  tempt,  or,  if  proud,  making  her  cold, 
heartless,  revengeful,  quick  to  wound  others  as  she  herself 
has  been  wounded  ?  And  if  she  marry,  what  is  her  fate? 
She  has  lost  that  instinctive  worship  of  what  is  noble  in 
man,  which  causes  a  woman  gladly  to  follow  out  the  right- 
eous altar-vow,  arid  in  "  honoring  and  obeying"  her  hus- 
band to  create  the  sunshine  of  her  home;  and  this  is  caused 
by  your  deed!  Is  not  such  a  deed  a  sin?  Aye,  only 
second  to  that  deadly  on1-  which  ruins  life  and  fame,  body 
and  soul!  Yet  man  does  both  toward  women,  and  goes 
smiling  amidst  the  world,  which  smiles  at  him  again. 

3fiss  Jlf/ loch. 


186  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Love  is  not  love 
Which  alters  when  it  alteration  finds, 
Or  bends  with  the  remover,  to  remove. 
Oh,   no!   It  is  an  ever-fixed  mark, 
T..at  looks  on  tempests  and   is    never  shaken. 

/Shakespeare, 

Love  is  enough.     Let  us  not  seek  for  gold. 

Wealth  breeds  false  aims,  and  pride  and  selfishness: 
In  those  serene,  Arcadian  days  of  old, 

Men  grave  no  thought  to  princely  homes  and  dress. 
The  gods  who  dwelt  in  fair  Olympia's  height 
Lived  only  for  dear  love  and  love's  delight  ; 

Love  is  enough. 

Love  is  enough.     Why  should  we  care  for  fame? 

Ambition  is  a  most  unpleasant  guest: 
It  lures  us  with  the  glory  of  a  name 

Far  from  the  happy  haunts  of  peace  and  rest. 
Let  us  stay  here  in  this  secluded  place, 
Made  beautiful  by  love's  endearing  grace  ; 

Love  is  enough. 

Love  is  enough.     Why  should  we  strive  for  power? 

It  brings  men  only  envy  and  distrust  ; 
The  poor  world's  homage  pleases  but  an  hour, 

And  earthly  honors  vanish  in  the  dust. 
The  grandest  lives  are  ofttimes  desolate; 
Let  me  be  loved,  and  let  who  will  be  great; 

Love  is  enough. 

Love  is  enough.     Why  should  we  ask  for  more? 

What  greater  gift  have  gods  vouchsafed  to  men? 
What  better  boon  of  all  their  precious  store 

Than  our  fond  hearts  that  love  and  love  again? 
Old  love  may  'lie;  new  love  is  just  as  sweet; 
And  life  is  fair,  and  all  the  world  complete: 

Love  is  enough! 

Ella  Wheeler. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  1&7 

"  Till  death  us  part," 

So  speaks  the  heart, 
When  each  to  each  repeats  the  words  of  doom; 

Thro'  blessing  and  thro*  curse, 

For  better  and  for  worse, 
We  will  be  one  till  that  dread  hour  shall  come. 

Life,  with  its  myriad  grasp, 

Our  yearning  souls  shall  clasp, 
By  ceaseless  love,  and  still  expectant  wonder; 

In  bonds  that  shall  endure, 

Indissolubly  sure, 
Till  God  in  death  shall  part  our  paths  asunder. 

Till  Death  us  join, 

O  voice  yet  more  divine! 
That  to  the  broken  heart  breathes  hope  sublime; 

Thro'  lonely  hours 

And  shattered  powers 
We  still  are  one,  despite  of  change  and  time. 

Death,  with  his  healing  hand, 
Shall  once  more  knit  the  band, 

Which  needs  but  that  one  link  which  none  may  sever; 
Till  thro' the  Only  Good, 
Heard,  felt  and  understood, 

Our  life  in  God  shall  make  us  one  forever. 

Dean  Stanley. 

Alas!  how  bitter  are  the  wrongs  of  love! 
Life  has  no  other  sorrow  so  acute; 
For  love  is  made  of  every  fine  emotion 
Of  generous  impulses  and  noble  thoughts; 
It  looketh  to  the  stars,  and  dreams  of  heaven; 
It  nestles  mid  the  flowers  and  sweetens  earth. 
Love  is  aspiring,  yet  is  humble  too; 
It  doth  exalt  another  o'er  itself 
With  sweet   heart-homage,  which  delights  to  raise 
That  which  it  worships,  yet  is  fain  to  win 


1^8  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  idol  to  its  lone  and  lonely  home 

Of  deep  affection.     'Tis  an  utter  wreck 

When  such  hopes  perish.     From  that  moment  life 

Has  in  its  depths  a  well  of  bitterness, 

For  which  there  is  no  healing:. 


O  the  anguish  of  that  thought  that  we  can  never  atone 
to  our  dead  for  the  stinted  affection  we  gave  them,  for  the 
light  answers  we  returned  to  their  plaints  or  their  plead- 
ings, for  the  little  reverence  we  showed  to  that  sacred  hu- 
man ^oul  that  lived  so  close  to  us,  and  was  the  divinest 
thing  God  had  given  us  to  know. 

George  Eliot. 

Love's  arms  were  wreathed  about  the  neck  of  Hope, 
And  Hope  kissed  Love,  and  Love  drew  in  her  breath 
In  that  close  kiss,  and  drank  her  whispered  tales; 
They  said  that  Love  would  die  when  Hope  was  gone, 
And  Love  mourn'd  long,  and  sorrow'd  after  Hope; 
At  last  she  sought  out  Memory,  and  they  trod 
The  same  old  paths  where  Love  had  walked  with   Hope, 
And  Memory  fed  the  soul  of  Love  with  tears. 

Tennyson. 


XIX. 


VIOLET  FLAMES. 

CONCLUDED. 

The  most  perfect  thing  in  the  world  is  a  woman's  temper, 
but  1  am  bound  to  say  1  have  seen  some  tempers  better 
than  others. 

Henry  Vincent. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  189 

There  has  nearly  always  been  a  good  wife  behind  every 
great  man,  and  there  is  a  good  deal  of  truth  in  the  saying 
that  a  man  can  be  no  greater  than  his  wife  will  let  him. 

Edward  JEggleston. 

A  man  cannot  leave  a  better  legacy  to  the  world  than  a 
well  educated  family. 

Rev.  Thoracis  Scott. 

He  travels  safe,  and  not  unpleasantly,  who  is  guarded  by 
poverty  and  guided  by  love. 

Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

Woman-!  with  that  word. 
Life's  dearest  hopes  and  memories  come; 
Truth,  beauty,  love,  in  her  adored, 
And  earth's  lost  paradise  restored, 
In  the  green  bower  of  home. 

Halleck. 

A  man  who  has  not  some  woman,  somewhere,  who  be- 
lieves  in  him,  trusts  him  and  loves  him,  has  reached  a  point 
where  self-respect  is  gone. 

Holland. 

Until  the  ladies  have  recognized,  or  refused  to  recogniz.-, 
a  man's  merit,  his  social  position  is  not  yet  determined. 

London  Saturday  Review. 

What  gathering  flowers  in  a  wood  is  to  children,  that 
shopping  in  large  cities  is  to  women.  To  wander  from 
shop  to  shop,  to  compare,  to  choose,  to  appropriate — it  is 
like  gathering  flowers. 

Auerbach. 

Home  is  the  crystal  of  society,  and  domestic  love  and 
duty  are  the  best  security  for  all  that  is  most  dear  to  us  on 
earth. 

Samuel  Smiles. 


190  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Public  gossip  is  sometimes  the  best  security  for  the  ful- 
filment of  engagements. 

Bulwer. 

The  hearthstone  has  ever  been    the  corner-stone  of  the 

family  and  of  society. 

Hellenes, 

Home  's  not  merely  four  square  walls, 
Though  with  pictures  hung  and  glided; 

Home  is  where  affection  calls, 

Filled  with  shrines  the  heart  hath  builded. 

Queen. 

If  the  bom  --life  is  inharmonious,  nothing  can  go  well. 
The  root  of  all,  unless  this  is  wholesome  and  firm,  the  flower 
must  needs  be  poor  and  the  fruit  bad.  Let  us  learn  again 
the  infinite  importance  of  keeping  the  peace  at  home,  and 
the  need  of  cultivating  the  nobler  qualities  of  mind  and 
heart,  if  this  is  to  be  done  well. 


Ah  me!  for  aught  that  ever  I  could  read, 

Could  ever  hear  by  tale  or  history, 

The  eourse  of  true  love  never  did  run  smooth; 

But  either  it  was  different  in  blood, 

Or  else  misgraffed  in  respect  to  years, 

Or  else  it  stood  upon  the  choice  of  friends, 

Or,  if  there  were  a  sympathy  in  choice, 

Nor  death,  or  sickness  did  lay  siege  to  it, 

Making  it  momentary  as  a  sound, 

Swift  as  a  shadow,  short  as  any  dream; 

Brief  as  the  lightning  in  the  coliied  night, 

That,  in  a  spleen,  enfolds  both  heaven  aim  earth, 

And  ere  a  man  hath  power  to  say,  behold! 

The  jaws  of  darkness  do  devour  it  up; 

So  quick  bright  things  come  to  confusion. 

Shakespeare. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  1  9 1 

That  which  is  nearest  us  touches  us  most.     The  passion* 
rise  higher  at  domestic  than  at  imperial  tragedies. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

Oh!   man  may  bear  with  suffering;  his  heart 
Is  a  strong  thing,  and  gudiike  in  the  grasp 
Of  pain  that  wrings  mortality;   but  tear 
One  chord  affection  clings  to,  part  one  tie 
That  binds  him  unto  woman's  delicate  love, 
And  his  great  spirit  yieldeth  like  a  reed. 

N.  P.  Willis. 

We  wind  our  life  about  another  life, 
We  hold  it  closer,  dearer  than  our  own; 

Anon  it  faints  and  falls  in  deadly  strii ',-, 

Leaving  us  stunned  and  stricken  and  alone; 

But  ah!  we  do  not  die  with  those  we  mourn, 
This  also  can  be  borne. 

Florence  Percy, 

Ann  still  I  changed;  I  was  a  boy  no  more, 
My  heart  was  large  enough  to  hold  my  kind, 

And  all  the  world;  as  hath  been  oft  before 
With  youth,  I  sought,  but  I  could  never  find 

Work  hard  enough  to  quiet  my  self-strife, 

And  use  the  strength  of  action-crowning  life. 

Jean  Ingelovo. 

When-  he  shall  hear  she  died  upon  his  word, 
The  idea  of  her  life  shall  sweetly  creep 
Into  the  study  of  his  imagination, 
And  every  lovely  organ  of  her  life 
Shall  come  appareled  in  more  precious  habit, 
More  moving,  delicate,  and  full  of  life, 
Into  the  eye  and  prospect  of  his  soul, 
Than  when  she  lived  indeed. 

Shakespeare, 


19:2  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  modern  Cupid  is  no  longer  blind,  but  clear-sighted, 
calculating  and  practical. 

William  Black. 


Flirtation  is  attention  without  intention. 


Burdettc. 


Natural  selection — Marrying  for  Love.  Struggle  for 
existence — Marrying  without  money. 

Punch . 

It  is  these  invisible,  subtle  strokes  at  the  unseen  centers 
of  hope  and  courage  that  are  hard  to  bear. 

Chronicles  of  Carlingford. 

He  was  not  all  unhappy.      His  resolve 
Upbore  him,  and  firm  faith,  and  evermore 
Prayer  from  a  living  source   within  the  will, 
And  beating  up  through  all  the   bitter  world, 
Like  fountains  of  sweet  water  in  the  sea, 
Kept  him  a  living  soul. 

Tennyson. 

It  is  a  dear  delight  for  the  soul  to  have  trust  in  the  fidel- 
ity of  another.  It  makes  a  pillow  of  softness  for  the  cheek 
which  is  burning  with  tears  and  the  touch  of  \  ain.  It 
pours  a  balm  into  the  very  source  of  sorrow.  It  is  a  hope 
undeferred,  a  flowery  seclusion,  into  which  the  mind,  when 
weary  of  sadness,  may  retreat  for  a  caress  of  constant  love; 
a  warmth  in  the  hand  of  friendship  for  ever  lingering  on 
the  hand;  a  consoling  voice  that  dwells  as  with  an  eternal 
echo  on  the  ear;  a  dew  of  mercy  falling  on  the  bruised 
and  troubled  hearts  of  this  world.  Bereavements  and 
wishes  long  withheld  descend  sometimes  as  chastening 
griefs  upon  our  nature;  but  there  is  no  solace  to  the  bitter- 
ness of  broken  faith. 

Harper's, 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  193 

Easy — crying  widows  take  new  husbands  soonest;  there 
is  nothing  like  wet  weather  for  transplanting. 

Holmes. 

To  love  satisfies  one- half  of  our  nature;  to  be  loved  sat- 
isfies the  other  half.  But  no  human  love  can  fully  satisfy 
us,  because  man  is  so  constituted  that  nothing  finite  can 
suffice  him;  his  heart  ever  springs  beyond  the  universe  in 
search  of  an  ideal  of  beauty,  a  perfect  object  of  love  and 
adoration;  and  no  human  love  for  us  can  make  us  perfectly 
happy,  for  no  human  heart  is  fully  attuned  to  ours — no 
human  heart  can  wholly  understand  or  sympathize  with  our 
own. 

A.  A.  Hodge,  D.D. 

We  walk  alone  through  all  life's  various  ways, 
Through  light  and  darkness,  sorrow,  joy  and  change; 
And   greeting  each  to  each,  through  passing  days — 
Still  we  are  strange. 

We  hold  our  dear  ones  with  a  firm,  strong  grasp; 
We  hear  their  voices,  look  into  their  eyes; 
And  yet,  betwixt  us  in  that  clinging  clasp 
A  distance  lies. 

We  cannot  know  their  hearts,  howe'er  we  may 
Mingle  thought,  aspiration,  hope  and  prayer; 
We  cannot  reach  them,  and  in  vain  essay 
To  enter  there. 

Still,  in  each  heart  of  hearts  a  hidden  deep 
Lies,  never   fathomed  by  its  dearest,  best; 
With  closest  care  our  purest  thoughts  we  keep, 
And  tender  est. 

But,  blessed  thought!   we  shall  not  always  so 
In  darkness  and  in  sadness  walk  alone; 
There    comes  a  glorious  day  when  we  shall  know 
As  we  are  known. 

Eleanor  Gray. 


194  GOLDEN"    GLEAMS. 

The  man  who  truly  loves,  loves  humbly  and  fears  not 
that  another  may  be  preferred,  but  that  another  may  be 
worthier  of  preference  than  himself. 

Miss  Muloch. 

Adriana. — Nay,  said  I  not — 
And  if  I  said  it  not,  I  say  it  now; 
I'll  follow  thee  through  sunshine  and  through  storm; 
I  will  be  with  thee  in  thy  weal  and  woe; 
In  thy  afflictions,  should  they  fall  upon  thee, 
In  thy  temptations,  when  bad  men  beset  thee; 
In  all  thy  perils  which  must  now  press  round  thee, 
And  should  they  crush  thee,  in  the  hour  of  death, 
Let  but  thy  love  be  with  me  to  the  last. 
Artevelde. — My  love    is   with    thee    ever;    that    thou 
knowest. 

Henry  Taylor, 

These  longing  eyes  may  never  more  behold  thee, 
These  yearning  arms  may  never  more  enfold  thee; 
To  my  sad  heart  I  never  more  may  press  thee, 
But  day  and  night  I  never  cease  to  bless  thee. 

I  do  not  envy  those  who  may  be  near  thee, 
Who  have  that  joy  supreme,  who  see  thee,  hear  thee; 
I  bless  them  also,  knowing  they,  too,  love  thee, 
And  that  they  prize  no  earthly  thing  above  thee. 

I  do  not  even  hope  again  to  meet  thee, 

I  never  dare  to  think  how  I  should  greet  thee, 

Low  in  the  dust  should  I  fall  before  thee, 

And,  kneeling  there,  for  pardon  should  implore  thee. 

Alas!  'twould  be  a  sin  to  kneel  before  thee — 

A  sin  to  let  thee  know  I  still  adore  time, 

I  kneel  and  pray  that  Heaven  may  bless  and  guide  thee; 

Love  of  my  life!  to  Heaven's  care  I  confide  thee. 

Blackwood's. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  195 

Let  fate  do  her  worst,  there  are  relics  of  joy, 
Bright  dreams  of  the  past,  which  she  cannot  destroy, 
That  come  in  the  night  time  of  sorrow  and  care, 
And  bring  back  the  features  that  joy  used  to  wear. 

Long,  long  be  my  heart  with  such  memories  filled, 
Like  the  vase  in  which  roses  have  once  been  distilled; 
You  may  break,  you  may  shatter,  the  vase  if  you  will, 
But  the  scent  of  the  roses  will  hang  round  it  still. 

Thomas  Moore. 

Lord  !  we  would  put  aside 
The  gauds  and  baubles  of  this  mortal  life — 
Weak  self-conceit,  the  foolish  tools  of  strife, 

The   tawdry  garb  of  pride — 

And  pray,  in   Christ's  dear  name, 
Thy  grace  to  deck  us  in   the  robes  of   light; 
That  at  His  coining  we  may  stand  aright, 

And  fear  no  sudden   shame. 

An  Advent  Carol. 

Sweet  heart,  good  bye!  that  flut'ring  sail 

Is  spread  to  waft  me  far  from  thee, 
And  soon,  before  the  farth'ring  gale, 

My  ship  shall  bound  upon  the  sea. 
Perchance,  all  des'late  and  forlorn, 

These  eyes  shall  miss  thee  many  a  year; 
But  unforgotten  every  charm — 

Though  lost  to  sight,  to  memory  dear. 

Sweet  heart,  good  bye!  one  last  embrace! 
Oh.  cruel  fate,  two  souls  to  sever! 
Y"et  in  this  heart's  most  sacred  place 

Thou,  thou  alone,  shalt  dwell  forever; 
And  still  shall  recollection  trace, 

In  fancy's  mirror,  ever  near, 
Each  smile,  each  tear,  that  form,  that  face — 

Though  lost  to  sight,  to  memory  dear. 


196  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  had  a  friend  once,  and  she  was  to  me 

What  fragrance  is  to  flowers,  or  songs  to  birds — 

Part  of  my  being;  but  there  came  a  time — 

I  cannot  tell  you  how,  or  where,  or  when, — 

A  time  that  severed  us.     There  was  no  fierce, 

Hot  trouble  at  our  parting.     It  was  calm, 

Because  it  was  so  gradual.     Ere  I  knew, 

We  had  grown  cold  at  meeting,  colder  still 

At  our  good-bye.     But  looking  on  it  now, 

After  weary  days,  I  marvel  at  it  all, 

And  weep  more  tears  than  T  did  then,  by  far, 

Over  this  strange,  sad  parting;   this  blank  wreck 

Of  love,  and  hope,  and  friendship,  and  warm  trust. 

Oh!  it  is  pitiful — this  breaking  up 

Of  human  sympathy  and  sweet  heart-tryst! 

Had  we  so  many  friends — this  friend  and  I — 

That  we  could  well  afford  to  give  the  slip, 

Each  to  the  other?  drifting  thus  apart 

Like  ships  that  meet  upon  some  tropic  sea 

For  one  brief,  passing  hour,  exchange  stale  news, 

Gossip  of  cargoes,  or  the  last  made  port, 

Then  sail  away,  each  on  its  separate  course, 

And  never  dream,  nor  (.'are,  to  meet  again! 

I  think  the  heart  grows  chary  of  its  friends, 
As  years  and  death  do  steal  them  from  our  grasp; 
I  could  nor  let  a  friend  go  now,  as  I 
Did  her;   for  I  was  youmr  then — both  were  young. 
Ah,  well!  I  wonder  if  she  cares,  or  if 
She  ever  thinks  of  those  old  foolish  days, 
When,  with  her  hand  in  mine,  we  sat  and  talked, 
And  kissed  each  other  t'wixt  our  happy  words, 
And  vowed  eternal  friendship,  endless  trust. 
It  may  be  so;   and  if  this  idle  verse — 
Albeit,  not  so  idle  as  it  seems — 
Should  meet  her  gaze — I  would,  I  would  it  might- 
She,  too,  may  give  a  sio-h  to  those  old  days, 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  197 

And  wish,  with  me,  that  one  had  been  more  true, 
And  both  more  patient — that  the  olden  time 
Had  ;ess  of  bitterness  mixed  with  its  sweet, 
Making  the  after-draught  so  drugged  with  pain, 
That  even  now  tears  come  because  of  it. 


If  there  should  come  a  time,  as  well  there  may, 

When  sudden  tribulation  smites  thine  heart, 
And  thou  dost  come  to  me  for  heip  and  stay 

And  comfort — how  shall  I  perform  my  part? 
How  shall  I  make  my  heart  a  resting  place, 

A  shelter  safe  for  thee  when  terrors  smite? 
How  shall  I  bring  the  sunshine  to  thy  face, 

And  dry  thy  tears  in  bitter  woe's  despite? 
How  shall  I  win  strength  to  keep  my  voice 

Steady  and  firm,  although  I  hear  thy  sobs? 
How  shall  I  bid  thy  fainting  soul  rejoice, 

Nor  mar  the  counsel  of  mine  own  heart-throbs? 
Love,  my  love,  teaches  me  a  certain  way, 

So,  if  the  dark  hour  comes,  I  am  thy  stay. 

I  must  live  higher,  nearest  the  reach 

Of  angels  in  their  blessed  truthfulness; 
Learn  their  usefulness,  ere  I  can  teach 

Content  to  thee  whom  I  would  gladly  bless. 
Ah  me!  what  woe  were  mine  if  thou  should'st  come 

Troubled,  but  trusting,  unto  me  for  aid, 
And  I  should  meet  thee,  powerless  and  dumb, 

"Willing  to  help  thee,  but  confused,  afrai  ;? 
It  shall  not  happen  thus,  for  I  will  rise, 

God  helping  me,  to  higher  life,  and  gain 
Courage  and  strength  to  give  thee  counsel  wise, 

And  deeper  love  to  bless  thee  in  thy  pain; 
Fear  not,  dear  love  !    thy  trial  hour  shall  be 

The  dearest  bond  between  my  heart  and  thee. 

All  the  Year  Hound. 


193  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Some  hearts  go  hungering  through  the  world, 

And  never  find  the  love  they  seek; 
Some  lips  with  pride  or  scorn  are  curled, 

To  hide  the  pain  they  may  not  speak; 
The  eye  may  flash,  the  mouth  may  smile, 

The  voice  in  gladdest  music  thrill, 
And  yet  beneath  them  all  the  while, 

The  hungry  heart  be  pining  still. 

0,  eager  eyes  which  gaze  afar! 

O,  arms  which  clasp  the  empty  airl 
Not  all  unmarked  your  sorrows  are, 

Not  all  unpitied  your  despair, 
Smile,  patient  lips,  so  proudly  dumb; 

When  life's  trail  tent  at  last  is  furled, 
Your  glorious  recompense  shall  come, 

O  hearts,  that  hunger  through  tiie  world! 


Whex  the  pale  wreath  is  laid  upon  the  tomb, 
Love's  last  fond  homage  offered  to  the  dead, 
And  the  bereft,  with  tears  and  drooping  head, 
Bid  mute  farewell  on  sadly  turning  home, 
Sister  and  brother,  widowed  love  and  friend, 
Review,  as  in  a  solemn  vision  then, 
Their  dear  one's  life,  its  bliss  and  bitter  pain, 
Its  restless  hopes  now  ever  at  an  end. 
The  common  thought  lifts  them  above  despair, 
One  brief  thanksgiving  is  on  every  tongue  : 
That  faithful  heart  shall  never  more  be  wrung 
With  cold  unkindness  or  with  aching  care  ; 
That  generous  mind  no  stern  rebuffs  shall  vex  ; 
That  busy  brain  no  problems  dire  perplex. 


It  sometimes  happens  that  two  friends  will  meet, 

And,  with  a  smile  and  touch  of  hands,  again 
Go  on  their  way  along  the  noisy  street. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  199 

Each  is  so  sure  of  all  the  friendship  sweet, 

The  loving  silence  gives  no  thought  of  pain. 
And  so,  I  think,  those  friends  whom  we  call  dead 

Are  with  us.     It  may  be  some  quiet  hour, 
Or  time  of  busy  work  for  hand  or  head — 
Their  love  fills  all  the  heart  that  missed  them  so. 

They  bring  a  sweet  assurance  of  the  life 
Serene,  above  the  worry  that  we  know; 

And  we  grow  braver  for  the  comfort  brought. 
Why  should  we  mourn  because  they  do  not  speak 

Our  words  that  lie  so  far  below  their  thought? 

Sunday  Afternoon. 

Axd  this  is  life  :  to  live,  to  love,  to  lose  ! 

To  feel  a  joy  stir,  like  an  unsung  song, 

The  deep,  unwrit  emotions  of  our  souls  ; 

Then,  when  we  fain  would  utter  it,  to  find 

Our  glad  lips  stricken  dumb.     To  watch  a  hope 

Climb  like  a  rising  star,  till  from  the  heights 

Of  fair  existence,  it  sends  luster  down, 

Whose  radiance  makes  earth's  very  shadows  shine, 

Then  suddenly  to  see  it  disappear, 

Leaving  a  bleak,  appalling  emptiness 

In  all  the  sky  it  did  illuminate. 

To  build  up,  stone  by  stone,  a  temple  fair, 

On  whose  white  altars  we  do  burn  our  days  ; 

To  form  its  arches  of  our  dearest  dreams  ; 

To  shape  its  pillars  of  our  strongest  strength, 

Then  suddenly  to  see  that  temple  fall, 

A  broken  and  irreparable  wreck — 

Its  shape  all  shapeless,  and  its  formless  form 

In  ruthless  ruin's  unrelenting  grasp. 

To  veil  our  shrinking  eyes,  lest  they  should  see 

Life's  grim  appraisers,  death  and  burial, 

Come  down  the  path  that  leads  across  our  hearts, 


200  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

To  write  us  paupers  in  the  book  of  love. 

To  dream,  in  all  life's  happy  arrogance — 

Life's  proud  proportions  limitless,  then  find 

Life's  limit  limited  by  one  fresh  grave — 

To  stand  beside  that  new-made  mound,  and  feel 

Within  that  ceil  is  locked  forever  up 

The  precious  honey,  gathered  drop  by  drop 

From  out  the  fairest  flow  >r-fields  of  .>ur  souls  ; 

Lonely  and  desolate  to  cast  ourselves, 

In  some  white  city  of  the  silent,  down 

Beside  some  cold,  forbidding  marble  door, 

And  feel  ourselves  forever  shut  away 

From  that  which  was  our  dearest  and  our  own  ;-  - 

To  know,  however  earnestly  we  knock, 

That  door  will  ne'er  be  opened  unto  us — 

To  know  the  dweller  there  will  never  step 

Beyond  the  boundary  of  that  cruel  gate  ; 

To  know,  howe'er  we  plead,  no  lip  therein 

Will  break  into  its  old  accustomed  smile, 

The  folded  hands  stretch  out  no  welcomings, 

The  fastened  eyelids  never  lift  themselves 

Again  in  answering  anguish,  or  glad  love, 

From  out  the  frozen  bondage  of  their  sleep. 

'Tis  thus  to  love,  and  bury  out  of  sight 

Some  precious  darling  of  our  dearest  years, 

Some  far  outstretched  root  of  our  own  hearts, 

Some  flowery  branch  that  we  had  hoped  to  train 

Along  the  loftiest  trellises  of  hope. 

Life,  love  and  loss  !     Three  little  words  that  make 

The  compass  of  that  varied  road  which  lies 

Stretched  out  between  our  swaddles  and  our  shroud  ! 

Life,  love  and  loss  !   Three  ripples  on  one  brook; 

Three  unstemmed  currents  emptying  themselves 

Into  one  vast  and  va°'ue  eternity. 


VIOLET-FLAMES.  201 

Great,  indeed,  is  the  task  assigned  to  woman.  Who 
can  elevate  its  dignity?  Not  to  make  laws,  not  to  lead 
armies,  not  to  govern  enterprises;  but  to  form  those  by 
who;..  laws  are  made,  armies  are  led,  empires  are  governed. 
To  guard  against  the  slightest  taint  of*  bodily  infirmity,  the 
frail,  yet  spotless  creature,  whose  moral  no  less  than  physi- 
cal being  must  be  derived  from  her;  to  inspire  those  princi- 
ples, to  inculcate  those  doctrines,  to  animate  those  senti- 
ments which  generations  yet  unborn,  and  nations  yet  un- 
civilized, shall  learn  to  bless.  To  soften  firmness  into 
mercy  and  chasten  honor  into  refinement;  to  exalt  generos- 
ity into  virtue;  by  a  soothing  care  to  allay  the  anguish  of 
the  body  and  the  far  worse  anguish  of  the  mind;  by  her 
tenderness  to  disarm  passion;  by  her  purity  to  triumph 
over  sense;  to  cheer  the  scholar  sinking  under  his  toil;  to 
console  the  statesman  for  the  ingratitude  of  a  mistaken  peo- 
ple; to  be  compensation  for  friends  that  are  perfidious,  for 
happiness  that  has  passed  away — such  is  her  vocation. 
The  couch  of  the  tortured  sufferer,  the  prison  of  the  de- 
serted friend,  the  cross  of  the  rejected  Saviour — these  are 
the  theaters  on  which  her  greatest  triumphs  have  been 
achieved.  Such  is  her  destiny:  to  visit  the  forsaken,  to  at- 
tend the  neglected;  when  monarchs  abandon,  when  counsel- 
ors betray,  when  justice  persecutes,  when  brethren  and  dis- 
ciples flee,  to  remain  unshaken  and  unchanged;  and  to  ex- 
hibit in  this  lower  world  a  type  of  that  love,  pure,  constant 
and  ineffable,  which  in  another  world  we  are  taught  to  be- 
lieve the  test  of  virtue. 

Blaclcv-oocVs. 

But  time  would  fail  to  attempt  to  catalogue  the  grand 
women  of  the  last  twenty-five  years  alone,  who,  according 
to  the  generally  recognized  theory  of  woman's  life,  have 
been  superfluous,  because  unmarried  women — "  social  fail- 
ures,"' as  Sir  Henry  James  calls  them.  All  through  the 
land,  in  homes  and  outskL;  of  them,  I  find  these  women, 
unwedded,    in    the    vulgar    parlance     of   everyday    speech 


202  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

called  "old  maids,"  with  a  shrug  of  the  shoulder,  and  a 
slight  dash  of  scorn;  in  the  finer  language  of  sociologists  and 
essayists  denominated  "superfluous  women."  They  have 
been  brave  enough  to  elect  to  walk  through  life  alone,  when 
some  man  has  asked  them  in  marriage,  whom  they  could 
not  love.  With  white  lips  they  said  "No,"  while  their 
hearts  have  said  "  Yes,"  because  duty  demanded  of  them 
the  sacrifice  of  their  own  happiness.  Their  lives  have  been 
the  stepping  stones  for  the  advancement  of  younger  sisters; 
they  have  earned  the  money  to  carry  brothers  through  col- 
lege into  professions;  like  the  caryatides  of  architecture, 
they  stand  in  their  places  and  uphold  the  roof  over  a  de- 
pendent household;  they  invert  the  order  of  nature  and 
become  mothers  to  the  aged,  childish  parents,  fathers  and 
mothers,  whose  failing  feet  they  guide  gently  down  the  hill 
of  life,  and  whose  withered  hands  they,  by  and  by,  fold  be- 
neath the  daisies;  they  carry  words  of  cheer  and  a  world  of 
comfort  to  households  invaded  by  trouble,  sickness  or  death. 
The  dusty  years  stretch  far  behind  them;  beauty  and  come- 
liness drop  away  from  them,  and  they  grow  faded  and  care- 
worn; they  become  nobodies  to  the  hurrying,  rushing,  bust- 
ling world,  and  by  and  by  they  will  slip  out  into  the  ^loom 
— the  shadows  will  veil  them  forever  from  earthly  sight — 
the  great  surprise  of  joyful  greeting  will  welcome  them, 
and  they  will  thrill  to  the  embrace  of  the  Heavenly  Bride- 
groom. 

Mary  A.  Liverrnore. 

They  were  living  to  themselves;  self,  with  its  hopes  and 
promises  and  dreams,  still  had  hold  of  them:  but  the  Lord 
began  to  fulfill  their  prayers.  They  had  asked  for  contri- 
tion, and  He  sent  them  sorrow;  they  had  asked  for  purity, 
and  He  sent  them  thrilling  anguish;  they  had  asked  to  be 
meek,  and  He  had  broken  their  hearts;  they  had  asked  to  be 
dead  to  the  world,  and  He  slew  all  their  living  hopes;  they 
had  asked  to  be  made  like  unto  Him,  and  He  had  placed 
them  in   the  furnace,  sitting  by  as  a  "refiner  of  silver,"  till 


VIOLET-FL^  MES.  203 

they  should  reflect  His  image;  they  had  asked  to  lay  hold 
of  His  cross,  and  when  He  had  reached  it  to  them,  it  lacer- 
ated their  hands. 


Through  court,  and  through  mart,  and  through  college, 
The  grand  truth  is  working  at  length — 

There's  a  purity  wiser  than  knowledge, 

There's  a  righteousness  stronger  than  strength. 

And  though  pride  unto  pride  hath  erected 

The  temple  of  state  and  the  tower, 
God  again,  what  the  builders  rejected, 

Uplifteth  in  honor  and  power. 

And  in  woman  unshackled — the  token 

That  justice,  faith,  truth  are  to  reign; 
That  the  bow  shall  be  shaftless  and  broken, 

The  scepter  cast  aside  and  the  chain. 

That  no  more  to  the  loves  and  soft  languor 

Is  fair  Amaryllis  to  slave, 
While  wrongs  front  her  impotent  angers, 

But  the  sword  shall  strike  and  shall  save. 

And  her  virtue,  the  Eisau,  the  Nero, 

The  traitor,  shall  blast  with  its  light; 
Like  the  shield  of  the  fabled  Ruggero, 

Its  luster  shall  be  for  her  might. 

Then  at  last,  from  the  deathful  reposing, 
Human  hope  shall  awake  to  God's  day; 

And  the  stone,  its  cold  sepulchre  closing, 
The  angels  of  God  roll  away. 

Then  the  nation  shall  gird  for  high  duty, 

And  live  to  the  purpose  of  God; 
And  the  arm  man  has  kissed  but  for  beauty 

Shall  share  with  him  balance  and  rod. 

Rev.  R.  R.  McNulUj. 


204  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

With  gentle  looks  and  hearts  made  calm  by  sorrow, 

I  see  them  moving  on  their  earthly  way, 
Thev  wait,  in  patience,  what  may  come  to-morrow, 

Faithful  to  all  the  duties  of  to-day; 
They  watch  around  the  bedsides  of  the  dying, 

And  soothe  the  sufferers  with  their  quiet  cares; 
They  seek  the  homes  where  new-born  grief  is  crying, 

And  mingle  service  with  their  silent  prayers. 

The  bloom  of  youth,  the  blush  of  early  roses, 

Has  faded  long  ago  from  off  their  cheek, 
But  in  its  stead  a  holy  peace  reposes, 

A  heavenly  beauty,  angel-like  and  meek; 
The  mirth  and  song,  the  ch  ral  of  the  dances. 

Have  died  away  amid  departed  years, 
The  eves  look  upward  now,  with  hiving  glances, 

And  death  itself  is  shorn  of  all  its  fears. 

It  is  the  same  old,  ever-blessed  story, 

Of  holy  women  clinging-  round  the  cross; 
They  had  not  seen  the  Lord's  transfiguring  glory, 

But  they  were  with  him  in  his  shame  and  loss; 
Around  his  grave,  with  ointments  and  sweet  spices, 

They  hovered,  as  the  birds  about  their  nest; 
For  love  like  theirs  dies  not  in  cold  surmises, 

But  kindles  courag"  in  the  humblest  breast. 

The  costliest  service  human  hands  can  render 

Comes  without  cost — is  never  bought  and  sold; 
It  flows  from  human  hearts,  by  love  made  tender, 

And  moves  above  the  purchase  power  of  gold. 
On  the  same  paths  where  selfish  greed  is  stalking, 

Rating  all  virtue  at  a  market  price, 
These  saintly  feet  unselfishly  are  walking, 

To  comfort  pain  and  heal  the  wounds  of  vice. 

Then  tell  me  not  that  earth  is  wholly  barren, 
While  these  angelic  souls  still  linger  here; 
Sweeter  than  roses  in  the  vale  of  Sharon 


SUXBURSTS.  205 

Are  their  kind  deeds,  besprinkled  with  a  tear; 
And  heaven  itself  above  their  path  is  bending, 

To  watch  their  acts  of  mercy,  day  by  day; 
And  angel  bands  are  on  their  steps  attending, 

To  shed  a  glory  o'er  their  shining  way. 

Rev.  J.  N.  Tarbox. 


XX. 
SUNBURSTS. 

The  ocean  stood  like  crystal.     The  soft  air 
Stirred  not  the  glassy  waves,  but  sweetly  there 
Had  rocked  itself  to  slumber.     The  blue  sky 
Leaned  silently  above,  and  all  its  high 
And  azure-circled  roof,  beneath  the  wave, 
Was  imaged  back,  and  seemed  the  deep  to  pave 
With  its  transparent  beauty.     While,  between 
The  waves  and  sky,  a  few  white  clouds  were  seen 
Floating  upon  their  wings  of  feathery  gold, 
As  if  they  knew  some  charm  the  universe  enrolled. 

A  holy  stillness  came,  while,  in  the  ray 
Of  heaven's  soft  light,  a  delicate  foam-wreath  lay 
Like  silver  on  the  sea.     Look  !   look  !  why  shine 
Those  floating  bubbles,  with  such  light  divine? 
They  break,  and  from  their  midst  a  lily  form 
Rises  from  out  the  wave,  in  beauty  warm. 
The  wave  is  by  the  blue-veined  feet  scarce  prest, 
Her  silky  ringlets  float  about  her  breast, 
Veiling  its  fairy  loveliness.     While  her  eye 
Is  soft  and  deep  as  the  blue  heaven  is  high. 
The  beautiful  is  born,  and  sea  and  earth 
May  well  revere  the  hour  of  that  mysterious  birth. 

R.  C.  W. 


206  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What  shall  we  say  of  flowers — those  flaming1  banners 
of  the  vegetable  world,  which  march  in  such  various  and 
splendid  triumph  before  the  coming  of  its  fruits? 

Duke  of  Ar gyle. 

Of  too  much  beauty  let  us  complain  when  we  have  had  a 
spring  day  too  delightful,  a  sunbeam  too  delicately  spun,  an 
autumn  too  abundant.  The  finest  writers  in  the  world  have 
been  the  most  luxuriant. 

Glljillan. 

Nature  never  did  betray 
The  heart  that  loved  her.     'Tis  her  privilege, 
Through  all  the  years  of  this  our  life,  to  lead 
From  joy  to  joy  ;  for  she  can  so  inform 
The  mind  that  is  within  us,  so  impress 
With  quietness  and  beauty,  and  so  feed 
With  lofty  thoughts,  that  neither  evil  tongues, 
Rash  judgments,  nor  the  sneers  of  selfish  men, 
Nor  greetings  where  no  kindness  is,  nor  all 
The  dreary  intercourse  of  daily  life, 
Shall  e'er  prevail  against  us,  or  disturb 
Our  cheerful  faith,  that  all  which  we  behold, 
]s  full  of  blessings. 

Therefore  let  the  moon 
Shine  on  thee  in  thy  solitary  walk  ; 
And  let  the  misty  mountain  winds  be  free 
To  blow  against  thee  ;  and,  in  after  years, 
When  these  wild  ecstasies  shall  be  matured 
Into  a  sober  pleasure  ;  when  the  mind 
Shall  be  a  mansion  for  all  lovely  forms; 
Thy  memory  be  as  a  dwelling-place 
For  all  sweet  sounds  and  harmonies  ;  oh!  then, 
If  solitude,  or  fear,  or  pain,  or  grief, 
Should  be  thy  portion,  with  what  healing  thoughts 
Of  tender  joy  wilt  thou  remember  me, 
And  these  my  exhortations  1 

Wordsworth. 


SUNBURSTS.  207 

Fastex  your  souls  so  high,  that  constantly 
The  smile  of  your  heroic  cheer  may  float 
Above  all  floods  of  earthly  agonies, 
Purification  being  the  joy  of  pain. 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning. 

A  thing  of  beauty  is  a  joy  forever; 

Its  loveliness  increases;  it  will  never 

Pass  into  nothingness;  but  still  will  keep 

A  bower  quiet  for  us,  and  a  sleep 

Full  of  sweet  dreams,  and  health,  and  quiet  breathing. 

Therefore  on  every  morrow  are  we  wreathing 

A  flowery  band  to  bind  us  to  the  earth, 

Spite  of  despondence,  of  the  inhuman  dearth 

Of  noble,  natures,  of  the  gloomy  days, 

Of  all  the  unhealthy  and  o'erdarkened  ways 

Made  for  our  searching;  yes,  in  spite  of  all, 

Some  shape  of  beauty  moves  away  the  pall 

From  our  dark  spirits. 

Keats. 

My  heart  is  awed  within  me,  when  I  think 
Of  the  great  miracle  that  still  goes  on 
]n  silence  round  me — the  perpetual  work 
Of  thy  creation,  finished,  yet  renewed 
Forever.     Written  on  thy  works  I  read 
The  lesson  of  thy  own  eternity. 
Lo!  all  grow  old  and  die — but,  see  again! 
How  on  the  faltering  footsteps  of  decay 
Youth  presses — ever  gay  and  beautiful  youth 
In  all  its  beautiful  forms.     These  lofty  trees 
Wave  not  less  proudly  than  their  ancestors 
Moulder  beneath  them.     Oh,  there  is  not  lost 
One  of  earth's  charms;  upon  her  bosom  yet, 
After  the  fight  of  untold  centuries, 
The  freshness  of  her  far  beginning  lies, 
And  yet  shall  lie. 

Bryant. 


208  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

As  nightingales  do  upon  glow-worms  feed, 
So  poets  live  upon  the  living  light  of  nature  and  beauty. 

Bailey. 

God  has  made  this  world  very  fair.  He  fashioned  it  in 
beauty  when  there  was  no  eye  to  behold  it  hut  his  own. 
All  along  the  wild  forest  he  has  carved  the  forms  of  beauty. 
Every  hill  and  dale  and  tree  and  landscape  is  a  picture  of 
beauty.  Every  cloud  and  mist-wreath  and  vapor-veil  is  a 
shadowy  reflection  of  beauty.  Every  spring  and  rivulet, 
every  river  and  lake  and  ocean,  is  a  glassy  mirror  of  beauty. 
Every  diamond  and  rock  and  pebbly  beach  is  a  mine  of 
beauty.  Every  sea  and  planet  and  star  is  a  blazing  face 
of  beauty.  All  along  the  aisles  of  earth,  all  over  the  arches 
of  heaven,  all  through  the  expanse  of  the  universe,  are  scat- 
tered in  rich  and  infinite  profusion  the  life  germs  of  beautv. 
All  natural  motion  is  beauty  in  action.  From  the  mote 
that  plays  its  little  frolic  in  the  sunbeam,  to  the  world  that 
blazes  along  the  sapphire  spaces  of  the  firmament,  are  visi- 
ble the  ever  varying  features  of  the  enrapturing  spirit  of 
beauty. 


All  things  have  something  more  than   barren   use: 

There  is  a  scent  upon  the  brier, 
A  tremulous  splendor  in  the  autumn   dews; 

Cold  morns  are  fringed  with  fire. 

The  clodded  earth  goes  up  in  sweet-breathed  flowers; 

In   music  dies  poor  human  speech; 
And  in  beauty   blow  those   hearts  of  ours 

When  love   is  born   in  each. 

Life  is  transfigured  in  the  soft  and  tender 

Light  of  love,  as  a  volume   dun 
Of  roiling  smoke  becomes  a  wreathed  splendor 

In  the  declining  sun. 

Alexander  Smith, 


SUNBUKSTS. 


209 


Flow  on  forever,  in  thy  glorious  robe 
Of  terror  and  of  beauty.     God  hath  set 
His  rainbow  on  thy  forehead,  and  the  clouds 
Mantled  around  thy  feet;  and  he  doth  give 
Thy  voice  of  thunder  power  to  speak  of  him 
Eternally,  bidding  the  lip  of  man 
Keep  silence,  and   upon  thy  rocky  altar   pour 
Incense  of  awe-struck  praise. 

Jfrs.  Sigourney, 
(Apostrophe  to  Niagara.) 

The  flowers  of  rhetoric  are  only  acceptable  when  backed 
by  the  evergreens  of  truth  and  sense. 

Macaulay. 

Each  in  his   hidden  sphere  of  joy  or  woe, 
Our  hermit-spirits  dwell  and  range  apart; 

Our  eyes  see  all  around,  in  gloom  or  glow, 

Hues  of  their   own,  fresh  borrowed  from  the  heart. 


I  stood  beside  my  window  one  stormy  winter  day, 

And  watched  the  light,  white  snow  flakes  flutter  past; 
And  I  saw,  though  each  one   wandered  its  silent,  separate 
way, 
They  all  sank  down  upon  the  ground  at  last. 
"So  men  must  lie  down,  too,"  I  said, 
"  When  life  is  past." 

From  out  the    selfsame  window,  when  soft  spring  days  were 
come, 
I  watched  the  fair,  white  clouds  that  sailed  the  blue; 
Could  those  bright,  pearly  wonders  far  up  in  heaven's  high 
dome 
Be  the  old,  wintry  snow-banks  that  I  knew? 
"  So  men  shall  one  day  rise  again," 
I  whispered,  "  too." 

Caroline  Leslie. 
14 


210  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  path  of  duty  in  this  world  is  not  all  gloom  or  sadness 
or  darkness.  Like  the  roads  of  the  South,  it  is  hedged 
with  everbloom,  pure  and  white  as  snow.  It  is  only  when 
we  turn  to  the  right  hand  or  the  left  that  we  are  lacerated 
by  piercing  thorns  and  concealed  dangers. 

Iiev.  James  Dins  more  Kerr. 

Sweet  day!  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

The  bridal  of  the  earth  and  sky, 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 

For  thou  must  die. 

George  Herbert. 

Whither  amidst  falling  dew, 

While  glow  the  heavens  with  the  last  steps  of  day, 
Far  through  their  rosy  depths  dost  thou  pursue 

Thy  solitary  way 'i 

There  is  a  power  whose  care 

Teaches  thy  way  along  that  pathless  coast, 
The  desert  and  illimitable  air, 

Lone  wandering,  but  not  lost. 

He  who,  from  zone  to  zone, 

Guides  through  the  boundless  sky  thy  certain  flight, 
In  the  long  way  that  1  must  tread   alone 
Will  lead  my  steps  aright. 

Bryant, 
(To  a  Water  Fowl.) 

Oh  heart  of  God  that  pities  all! 

Oh  Love  that  gives  and  takes  away! 
Confused  and   faint,  on  thee  we  call, 

Yet  know  not  how  we  ought  to  pray. 

Saw  this,  that  in  our  doubt  and  fear, 

We  wait  as  loving  children  should; 
We  cannot  see  nor  far  nor  near, 

But  trust  that  somehow  all  is  good. 

Tennyson. 


SUNBURSTS.  211 

There  is  a  pleasure  in  the  pathless  woods, 
There  is  a  rapture  on  the  lonely  shore; 

There  is  society,  where  none  intrudes, 
By  the  deep  sea,  and  music  in  its  roar. 

Byron. 

An  hour  of  solitude,  passed  in  sincere  and  earnest  prayer 
or  conflict  with,  and  conquest  over,  a  single  passion  or  sub- 
tle bosom  sin,  will  teach  us  more  of  thought,  will  more 
effectually  awaken  the  faculty,  and  form  the  habit  of  reflec- 
tion than  a  year's  study  in  the  schools  without  them. 

Coleridge. 

Nature  denied  him  much, 
But  gave  him  at  his  birth  what  most  he  values — 
A  passionate  love  for  music,  sculpture,  painting; 
For  poetry — the  language  of  the  Gods; 
For  all  things  here  or  grand  or  beautiful — 
The  setting  sun,  a  lake  among  the  mountains, 
The  light  of  an  ingenuous  countenance, 
And  what  transcends  them  all — a  noble  action. 

/Samuel  Rogers. 

Po;-:t!   T  come  to  touch  thy  lance  with  mine; 

Not  as  a  knight,  who  on  the  listed  field 

Of  tournay  touched  his  adversary's  shield 

In  token  of  defiance,  but  in  sign 
Of  homage  to  the  mastery,  which  is  thine 

In  English  song;  nor  will  I  keep  concealed, 

And  voiceless  as  a  rivulet  frost-congealed, 

My  admiration  fur  thy  verse  divine. 
Not  of  the  howling  dervishes  of  song, 

"Who  craze  the  brain  with  their  delirious  dance, 

Art  thou,  O  sweet  historian  of  the  heart! 
Therefore  to  thee  the  laurel  leaves  belong, 

To  thee  our  love  and  our  allegiance, 

For  thy  allegiance  to  the  poet's  art. 

Henry  ~W.  Longfellow  to  Alfred  Tennyson. 


212  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

To  the  pure  mind  alone  hath  solitude 

Its  charms.     To  that  base  nature  which 

Runs  to  daily  riot  in  the  carnival  of 

Sin,  there  is  no  sweetness  in  the  calm 

Seclusion  of  the  forest  shade. 

For  the  deep  quiet  that  doth  reign 

Around  is  but  a  torturing  contrast 

To  the  sad  turmoil  within  the  breast, 

And  there  would  conscience  sting  him  to  the  quick. 

But,  to  the  mind  endued  with  nobler 

Aims,  it  is  a  treat,  indeed,  to  seat  one's 

Self  upon  some  fallen  trunk,  which  in 

Its  palmy  days  upreared  itself  in  stately 

Pride,  and  waived  on  high  its  vernal 

Branches  in  the  summer  breeze,   and 

There  to  feast  the  eyes  on  the  rich 

Landscape  spread  before  our  gaze,  while 

On  the  listening  ear  doth  i'all  the  melody 

Of  singing  birds,  the  hum  of  insects,  and 

The  soft  sound  of  tinkling  bells,  borne 

By  the  well-fed  kine,  as  wandering 

Homewards   they   stoop  to  crop  the  dewy  herbage   by 

the  \\  ay. 
And  though,  perchance,  we  may  not 
Own  one  foot  of  soil  on  which  we  look, 
Yet  is  the  whole  beauteous  picture  ours, 
Framed  in  its  fair  margin  of  shady 
"Woods  and  sunlit  skies.     'Tis  from 
A  scene  like  this,  the  soul  doth  rise 
On  eager  wings,  to  lay  its  tribute  of 
Adoring  praise  before  that  Being  bright, 
Who  made  the  earth  and  clothed  it  with 
Its  vernal  robe,  and  spangled  it  with 
Perfumed  flowers,  decked  it  with  the 
Golden  light  of  day,  and  cave  it  as 
A  heritage  for  man.      To  Him  be  all  the  praise  ! 


SUXBUKSTS. 


213 


We  will  grieve  not  ;  rather  find 

Strength  in  what  remains  behind, 

Jn  the  primal  sympathy, 

Which  having  been  must  ever  be, 

In  the  soothing  thoughts  that  spring 

Out  of  human  suffering, 

In  the  faith  that  looks  through  death, 

In  years  that  bring  the  philosophic  mind. 

Wordsicorth. 

Come  !    for  thy  day,  thy  wasted  day,  is  closing, 

With  all   its  joy  and  sun; 
Bright,  loving  hours  have  pass'd  thee  by,  unheeded; 

Thy  work  on  earth  undone — 

And  all  thy  race   unrun. 

Folly  and  pleasure  hast  thou  still  been  chasing, 

With   the   world's  giddy  throng; 
Beauty  and  love  have  been  thy  golden  idols; 

And  thou  hast  rushed  along, 

Still  list'ning  to  their  song. 

Sorrow  and  weeping  thou  hast  cast  behind  thee; 

For  what  were  tears  to  thee? 
Life   was  not  life  without  the  smile  and  sunshine; 

Only   in  revelry 

Did  wisdom  seem  to  be. 

Unclasp,  O  man!  the  syren  hand  of  pleasure; 

Let  the  gay  folly  go! 
A  few  quick  years  will  bring  the  unwelcome  ending; 

Then    whither  dost  thou  go — 

To  endless  joy,  or  woe? 

Clasp  a  far  truer   hand,  a  kinder,  stronger, 

Of  Him,  the   crucified; 
Let  in  a  deeper  love  into  thy  spirit — 

The   love  of  Him   who   died, 

And  now  is  glorified! 


214  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Do  you  see,  my  friend,  that  beautiful  picture  of  Corregio, 
and  again,  that  Venus  of  Titian,  and  that  incomparable 
picture  of  Annibale  Carracci?  Ah!  my  poor  friend,  I  must 
quit  all  that.  Adieu,  dear  paintings  that  I  have  loved  so 
much,  and  that  have  cost  me  so  dear! 

Cardinal  3fazarin. 

Tears,  idle  tears— I  know  not  what  they  mean — 
Tears  from  the  depth  of  some  divine  despair 
Rise  in  the  heart,  and  gather  to  the  eyes, 
In  looking  on  the  happy  Autumn  fields, 
And  thinking  of  the  days  that  are  no  more. 

Tennyson. 

0  piety!  O  heavenly  piety! 

She  is  not  rigid,  as  fanatics  deem, 

But  warm  as  love,  and  beautiful  as  hope. 

Prop  of  the  weak,  the  crown  of  humbleness, 
The  clue  of  doubt,  the  eyesight  of  the  blind, 
The  heavenly  robe  and  garniture  of  clay. 

He  that  is  crowned  with  that  supernal  crown, 
Is  lord  and  sovereign  of  himself  and  fate, 
And  angels  are  his  friends  and  ministers. 

Clad  in  that  raiment,  ever  white  and  pure, 
The  wayside  mire  is  harmless  to  defile, 
And  rudest  storms  sweep  impotently  by. 

The  pilgrim  wandering  amid  crags  and  pits, 
Supported  by  that  staff  shall  never  fall: 
He  smiles  at  peril  and  defies  the  storm. 

Shown  by  that  clue,  the  doubtful  path  is  clear; 
The  intricate  snares  and  mazes  of  the  world 
Are  all  unlabyrinthed  and  bright  as  day. 

Sweet  piety!   divinest  piety! 

She  has  a  soul  capacious  as  the  spheres, 

A  heart  as  larce  as  all  human  it  v. 


SUNBURSTS.  215 

Who  to  his  dwelling  takes  that  visitant, 
Has  a  perpetual  solace  in  all  pain, 
A  friend  and  comforter  in  every  grief. 

The  noblest  domes,  the  haughtiest  palaces 
That  know  not  her,  have  ever  open  gates 
Where  misery  may  enter  at  her  will. 

But  from  the  threshold  of  the  poorest  hut, 
Where  she  sits  smiling,  sorrow  passes  by, 
And  owns  the  spell  that  robs  her  of  her  sting. 


It  is  thy  voice  that  floats  above  the  din, 

Clear  as  a  silver  bell; 
We  hear  thee,  Saviour  !    through  the  strife  of  sin, 

Thy  servants  heed  thee  well; 
Beyond  all  others,  through  the  upper  air 

That  voice  comes  pure  and  sweet, 
Like  chimes,  that  from  a  steeple  tall  and  fair, 

Break  o'er  the  clamorous  street. 

Not  all,  O  Lord  !  may  walk  erect  and  know 

The  music  of  that  sound; 
Some  cannot  hear  thee  till  their  heads  are  low, 

Ay,  level  with  the  ground! 
And  yet  for  them,  heart-humbled  and  alone, 

Spurned  as  the  crowds  go  by, 
There  is  a  power  in  the  royal  tone 

To  set  them  up  on  high. 

Thy  sheep  shall  hear  thy  voice,  on  plain  or  hill, 

Through  flood  or  wilderness, 
In  the  green  pastures,  by  the  waters  still, 

In  joy  or  sharp  distress, 
Thy  call  will  reach  them,  sometimes  loud  and  near, 

Then  faint  and  far  away; 
O  thou  good  Shepherd  !  grant  that  heart  and  ear 

May  listen  and  obey  ! 

Sarah  JJoudney. 


216  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Mast;: i!  !    to  do  great  work  for  thee,  my  hand 
Is  tar  too  weak.     Thou  givest  what  may  suit — 
Some  little  chips  to  cut  with  cart-  minute, 

Or  tint,  or  grave,  or  polish.     Others  stand 

Before  their  quarried  marble,  fair  and  grand, 
And  make  a  life-work  of  the  great  d<  sign 
Which  thou  hast  traced;   or,  many-skilled,  combine 

To  build  vast  temples,  gloriously  planned, 

Yet  take  the  tiny  stones  which  I  have  wrought, 
Just  one  by  one,  as  they  were  given  by  thee, 

Not  knowing  what  came  next  in  thy  wise  thought. 

Set  each  stone  by  thy  master  hand  of  grace, 
Form  the  mosaic  as  thou  wilt,  for  me, 

And  in  thy  temple- pavement  give  ii  place. 

Frances  Ridley  Havergal. 

I  thought  to  work  for  Him.     "  Master  !"  I  said, 
"Behold  how  wide  the  fields,  and  the  good  seed 
How  few  to  sow.     For  Thee  all  toil  were  sweet — 
Oh,  bid  me  go!  "     He  staved  my  eager  i'eet. 
"Not  that,  my  chill  !  the  task  I  have  for  thee." 

"Thou  seest,  Lord  !  how  white  the  harvest  bends, 
How  worn  the  reapers  are.     Their  cry  ascends 
For  help,  more  help  to  garner  up  the  grain — 
Here  am  I,  Lord!   send  me."     Alas!   In  vain! 
Tiie  Master  saith,  t-  Let  others  bind  the  sheaves." 

"Thy  lambs,  dear  Lord  !   are  straying  from  the  fold. 
Their  feet  are  stumbling  o'er  the  mountains  cold. 
Far  in  tiie  night  I  hear  their  piteous  cry — 
Let  me  bring  back  the  wanderers  ere  they  tiie." 

"No.      Other  hands  must  load    them  home  again."' 

"Dear  Master!   dost  thou  see  the  bitter  tears 
The  mourners  shed?     Through  all  tin;  long  sad  years, 
Their  wails  ascend.      Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  say, 
Thy  hand  shall  wipe  each  mourner's  tears  away!" 

"My'child!    1  know  their  "-riei's.  and  1  will  heal  !*' 


SUNBURSTS.  217 

"  'Tis  not  for  thee  to  sow  the  deathless  seed, 
Nor  thine  to  bind  the  sheaves;  nor  thine  to  lead 
The  lost  lambs  back  into  their  fold  again, 
Nor  vet  to  soothe  the  heart  sore  crushed  with  pain; 
For  thee,  my  child  !  another  task  is  set." 

And  then  He  led  me  to  my  darkened  room, 
And  there  amid  the  silence  and  the  gloom, 
My  task  I  found.     But  I  am  well  content 
To  bear  the  pain  and  weakness  He  hath  sent, 
Rejoiced  that  I  can  suffer  for  His  sake. 


Why  shouldst  thou  fill  to-day  with  sorrow 
About  to-morrow, 
My  heart? 
One  watches  all  with  care  most  true  ; 
Doubt  not  that  He  will  give  thee,  too, 
Thy  part. 

Only  be  steadfast;  never  waver, 

Nor  seek  earth's  favor, 

But  rest; 

Thou  knowest  what  God  wills  must  be 

For  all  his  creatures,  so  for  thee, 

The  best. 

Paul  Fleming. 

There  is  no  death  !  what  seems  so  is  transition; 

This  life  of  mortal  breath 
Is  but  the  suburb  of  the  life  elysian 

Whose  portals  we  call  death. 

Longfellow. 

Our  dead  are  never  dead  to  us  until  we  have  forgotten 
them  ;  they  can  be  injured  by  us,  they  can  be  wounded; 
they  know  all  our  penitence,  all  our  aching  sense  that  their 
place  is  empty,  all  the  kisses  we  bestow  on  the  smallest 
relic  of  their  presence. 

George  Eliot. 


218  GOLDEN   GLEAMS. 

Halt!     Who  passes,  friend  or  foe? 

Friend?     Advance!     The  countersign  I 
What!     No  word?     Surely  I  know 

That  step  of  thine. 

'T  is  mine  ancient  enemy, 

Woe  betide  his  stealthy  grace  ! 

Through  the  shadows  I  can  see 
How  he  veils  his  face. 

List  the  murmur  of  the  pines, 
Like  a  dirge,  mournful  and  low  ! 

How  the  dusky,  clinging  vines 
Waver  to  and  fro  ! 

Help!  his  hand  is  at  my  heart! 

Whither  has  my  courage  flown? 
Is  there  none  to  take  my  part? 

Must  I  fall  alone? 

I  have  fought  thee  long  and  well  — 
All  in  vain  !  at  last  1  yield! 

Lo!  the  mask  that  veiled  him  fell, 
And  an  ano-el  stood  revealed  ! 


A.  H.  S. 


There  is  no  death!     The  stars  go  down 
To  shine  upon  some  fairer  shore, 

And  bright  in  Heaven's  jeweled  crown 
They  shine  for  evermore. 

There  is  no  death!     The  dust  we  tread 

Shall  change  beneath  the  summer  showers 

To  golden  grain,  or  mellow  fruit, 
Or  rainbow-tinted  llowers. 

There  is  no  death!     The  leaves  may  fall, 
The  flowers  may  fade  and  pass  away — 

They  only  wait  tl  if  nigh  wintry  hours 
The  coming  of  the  May. 


suxbukst.-s.  219 

There  is  no  death!     An  angel  form 
Walks  o'er  the  earth  with  silent  tread, 

He  bears  our  best  beloved  away, 
And  then  we  call  them  "  dead." 

He  leaves  our  hearts  all  desolate, 

He  plucks  our  fairest,  sweetest  flowers — 

Transplanted  into  bliss,  they  now 
Adorn  immortal  bowers. 

The.  birdlike  voice,  whose  joyous  tones 
Make  glad  this  scene  of  sin  and  strife, 

Sings  now  in  everlasting  song 
Amid  the  tree  of  life. 

And  where  he  sees  a  smile  too  bright, 

Or  hearts  too  pure  for  taint  and  vice, 
He  bears  them  to  that  world  of  light, 

To  dwell  in  paradise. 

Born  into  that  undying  life, 

They  leave  us  but  to  come  asrain; 
With  joy  we  welcome  them — the  same 

Except  in  sin  and  pain. 

And  ever  near  us,  though  unseen, 

The  dear  immortal  spirits  tread, 
For  all  the  boundless  universe 

Is  life — there  are  no  dead  ! 

Lord  Lytton. 

Thou  canst  not  frown,  0  Death!     Thy  sullen  brow 

Is  marble-cast;  thine  ear  is  deaf  and  dead 

To  sound;  thine  eyes  are  blind,  and  thou  art  led 

By  wandering  chance,  nor  knowest  where  or  how; 

Nor  smile  nor  frown  can  move  thy  visage,  now, 

To  fill  the  cup  of  joy,  or  pain.      'Tis  said 

Thou  hast  no  touch  of  sorrow  for  the  bed 

Of  anguish;  thou  dost  scorn  both  weal  and  woe, 

And,  merciless  and  pitiless,  dost  change 


220  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  purposes  of  men,  with  frosted  breath; 

Dost  snap  sweet  ties  and  gentle  bonds  of  love, 

And  in  thy  prison-house — the  grave — with  strange, 

Relentless  hand,  dost  bind  the  soul,  O  Death  ! 

And  cheat  the  spirit  of  its  home  above. 

Yet,  Death  !  thou  art  not  victor.     Through  the  gloom 

Of  thy  veiled  face,  like  some  dim-visioned  height 

In  shadow,  dawns  the  spirit's  quenchless  light 

The  vast  reality  of  love — to  loom 

Beyond  the  shuddering  silence  of  the  tomb! 

0,  Christly  faith  !   but  lift,  in  gentle  might, 

The  standard  of  thy  Master,  and  the  night 

Doth  melt  in  day,  sublimer  thought  doth  bloom 

And  flower,  and  holier  laws  compel  the  heart, 

Till,  uncompelled,  all  souls,  made  true  as  free, 

Shall  hear,  enwrapped,  the  voiceless,  heavenly  choirs, 

In  unimagined  glorias,  impart 

The  perfect  song  of  immortality, 

The  full  fruition  of  divine  desires  ! 

S.  H.   Thayer. 

Call  me  not  dead  when  I,  indeed,  have  gone 
Into  the  company  of  the  ever-living, 
High  and  most  glorious  poets  !     Let  thanksgiving 

Rather  be  made.     Say,  "  He  at  last  hath  won 

Rest  and  release,  converse  supreme  and  wise, 
Music  and  song  and  light  of  immortal  faces. 
To-day,  perhaps,  wandering  in  starry  places, 

He  hath  met  Keats,  and  known  him  by  his  eyes. 

To-morrow  (who  can  say?)  Shakespeare  may  pass, — 
And  our  lost  friend  just  catch  one  syllable 
Of  that  three-centuried  wit  that  kept  so  well. 

Or  Milton, — or  Dante,  looking  on  the  grass, 
Thinking  of  Beatrice,  and   listening  still 
To  chanted  hymns  that  sound  from  the  heav- 
enly hill." 

Scribner's. 


ECHOES.  221 

So  live,  that  when  thy  summons  comes  to  join 
The  innumerable  caravan  which  moves 
To  that  mysterious  realm,  where  each  shall  take 
His  chamber  in  the  silent  halls  of  death, 
Thou  go  not  like  the  quarry-slave  at  night 
Scourged  to  his  dungeon  ;  but,  sustain'd  and  sooth'd 
By  an  unfaltering  trust,  approach  thy  grave 
Like  one  that  draws  the  drapery  of  his  couch 
About  him,  and  lies  down  to  pleasant  dreams. 

Bryant. 


XXI. 

ECHOES. 

There  are  many  echoes  in  the  world,  and  but  few  voices. 

Goethe. 

Tones  are  the  cadences  which  emotion   gives  to  thought. 

Herbert  Spencer. 

Music  is  the  inarticulate  speech  of  the  heart,  which  can- 
not be  compressed  into  words,  because  it  is  infinite. 

Wagner. 

Words  are  not  essential  to  the  existence  of  thought — 
only  to  its  expression. 

Dugald  Stewart. 

Thinking  is  the  talking  of  the  soul  with  itself. 

Plato. 

Were  it  not  for  music  we  might,  in  these  days,  say,  the 
beautiful  is  dead. 

D  ''Israeli. 


222  GOLDEX     GLEAHS. 

Music  has  a  grammar  and  a  syntax,  but  no  speech.  Har- 
mony is  the  angelic  and  divine  tongue.  No  words  are 
necessary  to  ecstacy.  When  the  soul  speaks  its  syllables 
are  sighs,  and  its  eloquence  the  melody  of  the  birds. 

John    W.    Forney. 

The  music  of  art  is  but  the  imitation  of  the  music  of 
nature;  there  are  voices  of  grief  in  the  winds,  joy  in  the 
songs  of  spring  and  melody  in  the  rippling  stream.  These 
/Eolian  strains  God  employs  to  educate  the  finer  feelings; 
and  man,  conspiring  to  the  same  result,  adds  these  artificial 
charms,  which  elevate  the  sentiment,  quicken  the  imagina- 
tion, touch  the  heart,  transport  the  soul  and  draw  the  finite 
closer  to  the   infinite. 

W.  17.  Robertson. 

Music,  as  it  rises  from  the  family  altar  or  echoes  from 
the  sanctuary,  addresses  the  highest  and  holiest  emotions 
of  the  soul. 

Rev.  J.  M.  Smith. 

Wiit:x  music  grieves,  the  past 
Returns  in  tears. 

Alexander  Smith. 

Music,  in  its  highest  form,  seems  a  pensive  memory. 

Dae  id  Swing . 

The  foot  always  steps   more  lightly  and  willingly  when 

there  is  a  band  of  music  in  front. 

David  Swing. 

Music  should  strike  fire  from  the  heart  of  man,  and 
bring  tears  from  the  eyes  of  woman. 

Beethoven. 

Song  shall  be  heard  as  long  as  fields  are  green,  and 
skies  are  blue,  and  woman's  face  is  fair. 

Alexander  Smit*^ 


ECHOES.  223 

Poetry  is  the  marriage  of  music  to  passionate  sentiment. 


Musical!  how  much  lies  in  that.  A  musical  thought  is 
one  spoken  by  a  mind  that  has  penetrated  into  the  inner- 
most heart  of  the  thing,  detected  the  inmost  mystery  of  it, 
namely,  the  melody  that  lies  hidden  in  it,  the  inward  har- 
mony of  coherence  which  is  its  soul,  whereby  it  exists,  and 
lias  a  right  to  be  in  this  world.  All  inmost  things,  we  may 
say,  are  melodious,  naturally  utter  themselves  in  song. 
The  meaning  of  song  goes  deep.  Who  is  there  that  in  logi- 
cal words  can  express  the  effect  music  has  on  us.  A  kind 
of  inarticulate,  unfathomable  speech  which  leads  us  to  the 
edge  of  the  infinite,  and  lets  us  for  moments  gaze  into  that. 

Carlyle. 

When  troubles  come,  go  at  them  with  songs.  When 
griefs  arise,  sing  them  down.  Lift  the  voice  of  praise 
against  cares.  They  sing  in  heaven,  and  among  God's  peo- 
ple on  earth;  song  is  the  appropriate  language  of  Christian 
feeling. 

Beecher. 

The  devil  cannot  stand  music. 

Luther. 

The  man  that  hath  no  music  in  himself, 
Nor  is  not  moved  by  concord  of  sweet  sounds, 
Is  fit  for  treasons,  stratagems,  and  spoils. 
=h  *  *  >h 

Let  no  such  man  be  trusted. 

Shakespeare. 

This  is  the  luxury  of  music.  It  touches  every  key  of 
memory,  and  stirs  all  the  hidden  springs  of  sorrow  and  of 
joy.  I  love  it  for  what  it  makes  me  forget,  and  for  what  it 
makes  me  remember. 

Belle  Brittain. 


22  i  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What   martial  music  is    to  marching  men,  should    song 

be  to  humanity. 

Alexander  Smith. 

The  musician  by  profession  hears,  in  an  orchestral  per- 
formance, every  instrument,  and  every  single  tone,  whilst 
one  unacquainted  with  the  art  is  wrapped  up  in  the  mas- 
sive effect  of  the  whole. 

Goethe. 

What  is  commonly  called  musical  criticism  is  a  misnomer. 
If  we  have  heard  a  piece  of  music  before,  if  it  be  pleasantly 
associated  in  our  history,  if  it  recall  fond  scenes  of  the  past, 
which  we  would  fain  renew,  we  love  it,  we  praise  its  every 
repetition,  the  merits  of  the  tune  being  measured  by  the 
amount  of  emotion  it  lias  stirred  within  us.  Now  all  this  is 
purely  personal,  and,  in  truth,  not  far  from  selfish.  Such 
judgments  are  worthless,  being  often  unsound  in  fact,  and 
always  unsafe  in  principle. 

Jonathan.  Edwards,  D.D. 

Poetry,  and  its  twin-sister,  Music,  are  the  most  sublime 
and  spiritual  of  arts,  and  are  much  more  akin  to  the  genius 
of  Christianity,  and  minister  far  more  copiously  to  the  pur- 
poses of  devotion  and  edification  than  Architecture,  Paint- 
ing or  Sculpture.  They  employ  word  and  tone,  and  can 
speak  thereby  more  directly  to  the  spirit  than  the  plastic 
arts  by  stone  and  color,  and  give  more  adequate  expression 
to  the  whole  wealth  of  thought  and  feeling. 

Schair. 

Music  hath  an  impressive,  as  well  as  an  expressive,  power 
and  purpose. 

Ira  JJ.  Sank*  y. 

Music!  we  love  it  for  the  buried  hopes,  the  garnered 
memories,  the  tender  feelings,  it  can  summon  at  a  touch. 

JIlSS  I.  E.  London. 


ECHOES.  225 

And  the  night  shall  be  filled  with  music, 
And  the  cares  that  infest  the  day 

Shall  fold  their  tents  like  the  Arabs, 
And  as  silently  steal  away. 

Longfellow. 

Music  washes    away  from  the  soul  the  dust  of  everyday 
life. 

Auerbach. 

Oh,  let  us  carry  hence,  each  one, 

Some  kindly  word,  some  look,  some  tone, 

Into  his  after-life,  to  be 

Treasured  heart-deep  and  carried  home — 

An  echo  from  the  distant  sea, 

A  thing  of  joy  to  memory, 
In  all  the  years  to  come  ! 


I  stand  by  every  word  I  utter  when  I  sing,  and  feel  I 
must  to  the  death.  It  is  not  alone  song  with  me — melodi- 
ous sounds — it  is  the  lesson  inculcated:  hope  in  the  future, 
bright  joys  to  come,  the  mercy  of  an  all-wise  God.  I 
would  not  sing  a  wicked  or  a  frivolous  word  before  my  audi- 
ence for  anything  on  earth. 

Madame  Antoinette  Sterling. 

It  does  seem  that  God  in  His  mystery  has  some  time 
put  out  the  eyes  of  poets,  and  stopped  the  ears  of  musicians, 
to  admit  them  to  glimpses  of  His  own  glories,  and  whisper 
to  them  His  own  harmonies. 

A.  P.  Russell. 

Literature  is  the  immortality  of  speech. 

Schlegel. 

TnE  literature  of  an  age  is  but  the  mirror  of  its  prevalent 
tendencies. 

The  Nation. 
15 


226  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  literature  of  the  age  is  the  photograph  of  its  leading 
men  and  women. 

David  Swiyig. 

Some  people  exclaim,  "Give  me  no  anecdotes  of  an  au- 
thor, but  give  me  his  works;  "  and  yet  I  have  often  found 
that  the  anecdotes  are  more  interesting  than  the  works. 

D' Israeli. 

I  have  never  met  but  one  man  who  knew  how  to  read 
Emerson  intelligently,  and  that  is  James  A.  Garfield.  He 
says  that  the  way  to  understand  Emerson's  writings  is  to 
begin  at  the  end  and  read  backwards. 

llroiison  Alcott. 

The  ti'ue  test  of  poetry  is  the  substance  which  remains 
when  the  poetry  is  reduced  to  prose. 

Goethe. 

Of  every  noble  work  the  silent  part  is  best; 

Of  all  expression,  that  which  cannot  be  expressed. 

W.    W.   /Story. 

His  choicest  verse  is  harsher-toned  than  he. 

Low  11  (On  Longfellow). 

Every  man  has  some  peculiar  train  of  thought  which  he 

falls  back  upon  when  alone.     This,  to  a  great   degree,  molds 

the    man. 

Dug  aid  Stewart. 

You  don't  want  a  diction  gathered  from  the  newspapers, 
caught  from  the  air,  common  and  unsuggestive;  but  you 
want  one  whose  every  word  is  full-freighted  with  suggestion 
and  association,  with  beauty  and   power. 

Iiufus  Choate. 

Those  that  think  must  govern  those  that  toil. 

Goldsmith. 


ECHOES.  227 

Deep  feeling  is  contagious.  Words  poured  forth  from 
burning  hearts  are  sure  to  kindle  the  hearts  of  others. 
Hearts  that  can  stand  everything  else  are  often  melted  hy  a 
tear.  Let  the  heart  palpitate  in  every  line,  and  burn  in 
every  word. 


A  little  said  and  truly  said 

Can  deeper  joy  impart 
Than  hosts  of  words  that  reach  the  head, 

But  never  touch  the  heart. 


Minds  that  have  nothing  to  confer 
Find  little  to  perceive. 

Wordsworth. 

Nothing  will  make  a  man  more  persuasive  than  to  really 
need  a  thing,  and  to  be  determined  to  have  it. 


I  have  always  dreaded  to  provoke  reason,  but  never  in- 
dividuals. 

Miraheau. 

Fiction  hath  in  it  a  higher  end   than  fact.     'T  is  the  pos- 
sible when  compared  with  the  merely  positive. 

Bailey. 

We  represent  our  fictions  as  though  they  were  realities, 
while  you  preach  your  realities  as  though  they  were  fictions. 

An  Actor  to  a  Minister. 

Accustom  thyself  carefully  to  attend  to  what  is  said  by 
another,  and,  as  much  as  possible,  be  in  the  speaker's  mind. 

Marcus  Aurelius. 

"VTe  can  refute  assertions,  but  who  can  refute  silence? 

Dickens. 


22S  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Whiter!  whoso'er  thou  art, 

Speaker!  on  whatever  theme, 
Write  and  speak  from  heart  to  heart, 

Truly  being  what  you  seem. 

Tupper. 

Never  act  in  the  heat  of  emotion;  let  reason  answer 
first. 

Hie /iter. 

The  greatest  element  of  criticism  is  taste. 

Sainte  Beuve. 

A  bold  surprise  at  a  belief  is  sometimes  the  best  argu- 
ment against  it. 

London  Quarterly. 

The  more  we   study  human  nature,  the   less  we   think  of 

men,  the  more  of  man. 

Theodore  Til  ton. 

It  is  a  matter  of  the  simplest  demonstration  that  no  man 
can  be  really  appreciated  but  by  his  equal  or  superior. 

Ruskin. 

Shakespeare,  with  all  his  genius,  failed  to  create  any 
great  religious  character. 

Atlantic  Monthly. 

The  painter  has  but  one  sentence  to  utter,  but  one  mo- 
ment to  exhibit;  he  cannot  like  the  poet  or  historian  expa- 
tiate and  impress. 

Sir  Joshua  Reynolds. 

It  is  easy  enough  to  draw  an  eye;  the  difficulty  is  to 
paint  a  look. 

Auguste  Pre'ault. 

A  picture  is  a  poem  without  words. 

Horace. 


ECHOES.  229 

Before  the  close  of  this  century,  pictures  will  be  as 
much  used  in  the  preaching  of  sermons  as  are  manuscripts. 

President  Hitchcock. 

Pictures  are  the  consolers  of  loneliness. 

Irving. 

Every  man  carries  in  his  own  head  more  pictures  than 
are  to  be  found  in  all  the  galleries  of  the  world. 

Beecher. 

The  Jew  is  the  pilgrim  of  commerce,  trading  with  every 
nation  and  blending  with  none. 

Conybeare  &  Howson. 

No  nation  has  treated  in  poetry  moral  ideas  with  more 
energy  and  depth  than  the  English.  There,  it  seems  to  me, 
is  the  great  merit  of  the  English  poets. 

Voltaire. 

When  you  see  me  lounging  about  the  garden,  and  prun- 
ing a  rosebush,  you  probably  suppose  that  I  am  thinking  of 
nothing  else,  when,  perhaps,  I  am  deliberating  on  some 
weighty  matter  on  which  I  have  to  decide. 

Archbishop  Whately. 

Genius  is  only  a  superior  power  of  seeing. 

RusJcin. 

Duty  and  to-day  are  ours;  results  and  futurity  belong  to 

God. 

Horace  Greely. 

If  there  is  any  person  whom  you  dislike,  that  is  the  very 
person  of  whom  you  ought  never  to  speak. 

Cecil. 

The  next  dreadful  thing  to  a  battle  lost  is  a  battle   won 

WeUingtoyi. 


2o0  GOLD  EX    GLEAMS. 

Perish  policy  and  cunning, 
Perish  all  that  fears  the  light; 

Whether  losing,  whether  winning, 
Trust  in  God,  and  do  the  right. 

Some  will  love  thee,  some  will  hate  thee. 

Some  will  natter,  some  will  slight; 
Cease  from  man,  and  look  above  thee, 

Trust  in  God,  and  do  the  right. 

Is  or  man  Macleod. 


XXII. 

FIREFLIES. 

The  firefly  only  shines  when  on  the  win?; 
So  with  the  mind  ;  when  once  we  rest,  we  darken. 

Bailey. 

In  life  we  always  believe  that  we  are  seeking  repose, 
while,  in  reality,  all  that  we  ever  seek  is  agitation. 

Pascal. 

It  is  ever  the  contest  that  pleases  us,  and  not  the  vic- 
tory. Tims  it  is  in  play  ;  thus  it  is  in  hunting  ;  thus  it 
is  in  the  search  of  truth  ;  thus  it  is  in  life.  The  past  does 
not  interest  us,  the  present  does  not  satisfy,  the  future 
alone  is  the  object  which  engages  us. 

Sir  William,  Hamilton. 

Our  hopes  like  towering  falcons  aim 

At  objects  in  an  airy  height, 
But  all  the  pleasure  of  the  game 

Is  afar  off — to  view  the  flight. 


FIREFLIES.  231 

Wekp  not  that  the  world  changes  ;  did  it  keep 
A  stable,  changeless  state,  't  were  cause  indeed  to  weep. 

Bryant. 

Beware  of  getting  into  a  rut  from  which  it  may  be  dif- 
ficult for  you  to  extricate  yourself. 

Rev.  Noah  M.  Price. 

When  we  see  the  dishonor  of  a  thing,  then  it  is  time  to 
renounce  it. 

Plutarch. 

The  mattock  will  make  a  deeper  hole  in  the  ground 
than  lightning. 

Horace  Mann. 

Do  not  wait  for  extraordinary  opportunities  for  good 
actions,  but  make  use  of  common  situations.  A  long-con- 
tinued walk  is  better  than  a  short  flight. 

Goethe. 

Maintain  the  place  where  thou  standest. 

Goethe. 

A  man's  best  friends  are  his  ten  fingers. 

Robert  Collier. 

A  man  living  amid  the  advantages  and  activities  of  the 
nineteenth  century  is  a  condensed  Methusalah. 

Chap  in,  ■ 

Tni-:  only  way  to  shine,  even  in  this  false  world,  is  to  be 
modest  and  unassuming.  Falsehood  may  be  a  thick  crust, 
but,  in  the  course  of  time,  truth  will  find  a  place  to   break 

through. 

Bryant. 

Parlor  feasts  extinguish  kitchen  fires. 

Proverb. 


232  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

There  is  no  policy  like  politeness,  since  a  good  manner 
often  succeeds  where  the  best  tongue  has  failed. 

Magoon. 

There  is  in  human  nature  a  general  inclination  to  make 
people  stare. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

The  sword  is  but  a  hideous  flash  in  the  darkness — right 
is  an  eternal  ray. 

Victor  Hugo. 

Words  are  keener  than  steel, 

And    mightier  far  for  woe  than  for  weal. 

Joaquin  Miller. 

While  Thanksgiving  has  its  foundation  on  Plymouth 
Rock,  Christmas  rests  upon  the  Rock  of  Ages. 

Charles  Dudley  Warner. 

Chance  is  the  best  introducer. 

Turkish  Proverb. 

Every  wind  is  fair, 
When  we  are  Hying  from  misfortune. 

Sophocles. 

The  English  people  are  like  a  barrel  of  their  own  ale — 
on  the  top  froth,  on  the  bottom  dregs,  but  in  the  middle 
excellent. 

Voltaire. 

I  wish  you  not  only  a  happy  New  Year,  but  a  happy 
eternity. 

W.  S.  Plumer,  D.D. 

There  is  that  in  pomo  men,  which,  if  not  chilled  by  ad- 
versity, would  give  to  the  world  grand  thoughts. 


FIKEFLIES.  23o 

What  we  strove  after  yesterday,  that  our  hearts  begin 

again  to-day. 

Paul  Gassel. 

A  theme  for  angels  when  they  celebrate 
The  high-souled  virtues  which  forgetful  earth 
has  witnessed. 


Welcome  ! 
A  curse  begin  at  the  very  root  of  his  heart 
That  is  not  glad  to  see  thee! 

Shakespeare. 

The  earth  and  air  feed  the  plants,  the  plants  feed  the 
animals,  the  animals  feed  the  earth  and  air.  This  is  the 
great  circle  of  nutrition  in  nature. 

J.  F.  Whittaker,  M.  D. 

Time  and  patience  will  change  the  mulberry  leaf  to 
satin. 

Eastern  Proverb. 

There  are  some  deeds  so  grand 
That  their  mighty  doers  stand 
Ennobled,  in  a  moment,  more  than  kings. 

Baker. 

The  surest  way  of  making  a  dupe  is  to  let  your  victim 
suppose  that  you  are  his. 

JBulwer. 

Those  who  have  finished  by  making  all  others  think 
with  them,  have  usually  been  those  who  began  by  daring 
to  think  for  themselves. 

Colton. 

It  is  a  great  matter  to  be  in  the  way  of  accident,  and  to 
be  watchful  and  ready  to  take  advantage  of  it. 

Sir  Joshua  Reynolds. 


234  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

It  sounds  like  stories  from  the  land  of  spirits, 
If  any  man  obtain  that  which  he  merits, 
Or  any  merit  that  which  he  obtains. 

Coleridge. 

Follow  up  advantages. 

Napoleon. 

The  use  of  character  is  to  be  a  shield  against  calumny. 

Burke. 

Each  one  sees  what  he  carries  in  his  heart. 

Goethe. 

You   will  find   poetry   nowhere,   unless  you  bring  some 
with  you. 

Joubert. 

When   a  man  seeks   your    advice,  he    generally   wants 
your  praise. 

Chesterfield. 

The  best  thing  one  can  do  is  to  cultivate  one's  garden. 

Voltaire. 

He  who  has  most  of  heart  knows  most  of  sorrow. 

Bailey. 

Roses  have  thorns  and  silver  fountains  mud. 

Sliahespeare. 

Why  all  this  toil  for  triumph  of  an  hour  ?  Young. 

Life's  a  short  Summer,  man  a  flower.  Johnson-. 

By  turns  we  catch  the  vital  breath  and  die —  Pope. 

The  cradle  and  the  tomb,  alas  !  so  nigh.  Prior. 

To  be  is  better  than  not  to  be,  Sen-ell. 

Though  all  man's  life  may  seem  a  tragedy.  Spencer. 

But  light  cares  speak  when  mighty  griefs  are  dumb,  Baniell. 
The  ho*tam  is  but  shallow  whence  they  come.  Raleigh. 


FIREFLIES. 


235 


Your  fate  is  but  the  common  fate  of  all;  Longfellow. 

Unmingled  joys  here  to  no  man  befall.  Southwell. 

Nature  to  each  allots  his  proper  sphere;  Congreve. 

Fortune  makes  folly  her  peculiar  care.  Churchill. 


Custom  does  often  reason  overrule, 
And  throws  a  cruel  sunshine  on  a  fool. 


Rochester. 
Armstrong. 

Live  well  ;   how  long  or  short  permit  to  heaven;       Milton. 
They  who  forgive  most  shall  be  most  forgiven.  Bailey. 

Sin  may  be  clasped  so  close  we  cannot  see  its  face,  Trench. 
Vile  intercourse  where  virtue  has  no  place.  Somerville. 

Then  keep  each  passion  down,   however  dear,       Thomson. 
Thou  pendulum  betwixt  a  smile  and  tear.  Baron. 

Her  sensual  snare  let  faithless  pleasure  lay,  Smollett, 

With  craft  and  skill  to  ruin  and  betray.  Grabbe. 

Soar  not  too  high  to  fall,  but  stoop  to  rise  ;  Masseng<  r. 

We  masters  grow  of  all  that  we  despise.  Cowley. 

Then  I  renounce  that  impious  self-esteem;  Beattie. 

Riches  have  wings,  and  grandeur  is  a  dream.  Cowper. 

Think,  not  ambition  wise  because  'tis  brave;        Bavenant. 
The  paths  of  glory  lead  but  to  the  grave.  Gray. 

What  is  ambition?     'T  is  a  glorious  cheat!  Willis. 

Only  destructive  to  the  brave  and  great.  Addison. 

What's  all  the  gaudy  glitter  of  a  crown?  Bryden. 

The  way  to  bliss  lies  not  on  beds  of  down.  Quarles. 

How  long  we  live,  not  years  but  actions  tell  ;  Watkins. 

That  man  lives  twice  who  lives  the  first  life  well.     Herrick. 

The  trust  that's  given,  guard,  and  to  yourself  be  just,  Bana. 
For,  live  we  how  we  can,  yet  die  we  must.        Shakespeare. 
(Compiled  by  Mrs.  H.  A.  Demino.) 


236  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

T  cannot  praise  a  fugitive  and  cloistered  virtue,  unex- 
ercised and  unbreathed,  that  never  sallies  out  and  sees  her 
adversary. 

Milton. 

A  cordial,  warm  shake  of  the  hand  takes  my  heart. 

N.P.  Willis. 

Max's  best  powers  point  him  godward. 

Spur  g  eon. 

Men-  are  naturally  tempted  by  the  devil,  but  an  idle  man 
positively  tempts  the  devil. 

Spanish  Proverb. 

It  is  remarkable  with  what  Christian  fortitude  and  resig- 
nation we  can  bear  the  sufferings  of  other  people. 

Dean  Swift. 

When  the  world  frowns  we  can  face  it,  but  let  it  smile, 
and  we  are  undone. 

JBulwer. 

Good  temper,  like  a  sunny  day,  sheds  a  brightness   over 

everything ;  it  is  the  sweetener  of  toil  and  the  soother  of 

disquietude. 

Irving. 

The  greatest  pleasure  I  know  is  to  do  a  good  action  by 
stealth,  and  to  have  it  found  out  by  accident. 

Charles    Lamb. 

That  is  ever  the  difference  between  the  wise  and  the  un- 
wise; the  latter   wonders  at   what  is  unusual,  the  wise  man 

wonders  at  the  usual. 

Emerson. 

Health  is  the  soul  that   animates  all  the  enjoyments  of 

life. 

Sir  W.  Temple. 


FIREFLIES.  237 

Self-love  is  not  so  vile  a  sin 
As  self-neglecting. 

Shakespeare. 

Forty  years  is  the  old  age  of  youth,  while  fifty  is  the 
youth  of  old  age. 

Victor    Hugo. 

Recall  to  mind  the  heavier  trials  of   others,  that  you 
may  bear  more  lightly  your  own  little  troubles. 

Thomas  a  Kempls. 

There    is   something  still    more   to    be    dreaded   than   a 
Jesuit,  and  that  is  a  Jesuitess. 

Eugene  Sue. 

The  human  heart  refuses  to  believe  in  a  universe  without 
a  purpose. 

Kant. 

You  may   depend  upon   it,  there   are   as  good   hearts  to 
serve  men  in  palaces  as  in  cottages. 

Robert  Owen. 

The  most  skillful  flattery  is  to  let  a  person  talk  on,  and 
be  a  listener. 

Addison. 

Things  that   never  happen  are  often  as  much  realities  to 
us  in  their  effects  as  those  that  are  accomplished. 

Dickens. 

Those   with  whom  we  can   apparently  become   well   ac- 
quainted in  a  few  moments,  are  generally  the  most  difficult 

to  rightly  know  and  understand.  TT       , 

&     J  Hawthorne. 

The  fretful  stir, 
Unprofitable,  and  the  fever  of  the  world 
Have  hung  upon  the  beatings  of  my  heart. 

Wordsworth. 


233  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

We  are  shaped  and  fashioned  by  what  we  love. 

Goethe. 

Our  enemies  speak  of  us  as  they  hear;  we  judge  of  our- 
selves as  we  feel. 

Hannah  More. 

There  is  a  serious  and  resolute  egotism  that  makes  a 
man  interesting  to  his  friends,  and  formidable  to  his  oppo- 
nents. 

E.  P.  Whipple. 

A  judicious  reticence  is  hard  to  learn,  but  it  is  one  of 
the  great  lessons  of  life. 

Chesterfield. 

I  have  lived  to  know  that  the  secret  of  happiness  is 
never  to  let  your  energies  stagnate. 

Adam  Clarke. 

All  persons  are  not  discreet  enough  to  know  how  to  take 
things  by  the  right  handle. 

Cervantes. 

The  negative  part  of  a  conversation  is  often  as  impor- 
tant as  its  positive. 

IVteodore  Winthrop. 

A  man  behind  the  times  is  apt  to  speak  ill  of  them,  on 
the  principle  that  nothing  looks  well  from  behind. 

Holmes. 

Always  be  as  solicitous  to  shun  applause  as  assiduous  to 
deserve  it. 

Chesterfield. 

Not  for  art,  not  for  truth,  not  for  God,  will  we  give  up 
our  ease.  We  will  only  give  it  up  for  money,  and  that  tu 
purchase  future  ease. 

Round  Table. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  2.' '.  9 

Our  antagonist  is  often  our  helper. 

Burke. 

We  cannot  expect  perfection  in  any  one;  but  we  may 
demand  consistency  of  every  one. 

Hannah  More. 

A  name,  though  it  seem  but  a  superficial  matter,  yet 
carrieth  much  impression  and  enchantment. 

Lord  Bacon. 

Evert  man  who  rises  in  any  profession  must  tread  a 
path  more  or  less  bedewed  by  the  tears  of  those  he  passes 
on  iiis  way. 

Peter  Bay ne. 

If  a  man  has  any  brains  at  all,  let  him  hold  on  to  his 
calling,  and  in  the  grand  sweep  of  things,  his  turn  will 
come  at  last. 

Walter  McC'une. 


XXIII. 

LIFE-MOTTOES. 

All  may  have, 
If  they  dare  choose,  a  glorious  life  or  grave. 

George  Herbert. 

To  live  in  hearts  we  leave  behind 
Is  not  to  die. 

Campbell. 

Howe'er  it  be,  it  seems  to  me 
'T  is  only  noble  to  be  good. 

Tennyson. 


240  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Procrastination  is  the  thief  of  time; 
Year  after  year  it  steals  till  all  are  fled, 
And,  to  the  mercies  of  a  moment,  leave 
The  vast  concerns  of  an  eternal  scene. 


Not  yet  dead, 
But  in  old  marbles  ever  beautiful. 


It  is  infamy  to  die  and  not  be  missed. 

'T  is  late  before 
The  brave  despair. 


Young. 

Keats. 
Wilcox. 

Thompson. 


Throw  time  away, 
Throw  empires,  and  be  biameless — 
Moments  seize. 


Every  one  has  his  day  from  which  he  dates. 

Proverb. 

We   should  go   into   the   world    with  small   expectations 
and  infinite  patience. 

Good  Words. 

Be  good,  my  dear,  let  who  will  be  clever; 

Do  noble  things,  not  dream  them  all  day  long; 
And  so  make  life,  death,  and  the  vast  forever, 

One  grand,  sweet  song. 

Charles  Kingsley. 

Get  into  the  habit  of  looking  for  the  silver  lining  of  the 
cloud,  and  when  you  have  found  it  continue  to  look  at  it 
rather  than  at  the  leaden  gray  in  the  middle.  It  will  help 
you  over  many  hard  places. 

A.  A.  Willits,  IJ.D. 


LIFE-MOTTOES. 


241 


Perseverance  is  a  Roman  virtue 

That  wins  each  godlike  act,  and  plucks  success 

Even  from  the  spear-proof  crest  of  rugged  danger. 

Hazard. 

Still  I  am  learning! 

Michael  Angelo. 

1   cannot  help  suspecting  that  those   who  abuse  them- 
selves are  in  reality  angling  for  approbation. 

Zimmerman. 

There  is  a  past  which  is  gone  forever,  but  there  is  a  fu- 
ture which  is  still  our  own. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

He  is  a  wise  man  who  always  knows  what  to  do  next. 

Proverb. 


Who  best  can  suffer,  best  can  do. 


Milton. 


'T  is  man's  nature 
To  make  the  best  of  a  bad  thing  once  past, 
A  bitter  and  perplexed  "  What  shall  I  do?" 
Is  worse  to  man  than  worst   necessity. 

Schiller. 

No  conflict  is  so  severe  as  his  who  labors  to  subdue  him- 
self. 

Thomas  d  Kemp  is. 

If  you  want  to  succeed  in  the  world  you  must  make  your 
own  opportunities  as  you  go  on.  The  man  who  waits  for 
some  seventh  wave  to  toss  him  on  dry  land,  will  find  that  the 
seventh  wave  is  a  long-  time  coming.  You  can  commit  no 
greater  folly  than  to  sit  by  the  roadside  until  some  one 
comes  along  and  invites  you  to  ride  with  him  to  wealth  or 
influence. 

John  B.  Gough. 


242  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

It  is  impious  in  a  good  man  to  be  sad. 


Shakespeare. 


The  superior  man  will  watch  over  himself  when  he  is 
alone.  He  examines  his  heart  that  there  may  be  nothing 
wrong  there,  and  that  he  may  have  no  cause  for  dissatisfac- 
tion with  himself. 

Confucius, 


Each  soul  redeemed  from  self  and  sin 
Must  know  its  Calvary. 


Cobbe. 


Snow  me  the  man  you  honor;  I  know  by  that  symptom 
better  than  by  any  other,  what  kind  of  a  man  you  are  your- 
self; for  you  show  me  what  your  ideal  of  manhood  is,  what 
kind  of    a  man  you  long  to  be. 

Carlyle- 

In  the  moral  life  conscience  predominates. 

Phillips  Brooks. 

He  that  respects  not  is  not  respected. 

Herbert. 

I  am  so  much  a  utilitarian  that  I  prefer  the  useful  to  the 
useless. 

Sir  William  Hamilton. 

No  one   should    blame    Neptune  i'or  a  second  shipwreck. 

Auguste  Preault. 

We  must  go  head-foremost  toward  the  world,  but  heart- 
foremost  toward   God. 

J.  W.  Scott,  D.D. 

My  heart  and  mind  and  self  never  in  tune; 
Sad  for  the  most  part;  then  in  such  a  flow 
Of  spirits — I  seem  now  hero — now  buffoon. 

-Leigh  Hunt. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  243 

Keep  thy  spirit  pure  from   worldly  taint  by  the  repellant 

strength  of  virtue. 

Bailey 

We  live  in  the  consequences  of  past  action. 

A.  A.  Hodge,  D.D. 

Vice  stings  us  even  in  our  pleasures,  but  virtue  consoles 
us  even  in  our  pains. 

Colton. 

Be  ashamed  of  nothing  but  sin. 

John    Wesley. 

Method  in  study,  with  a  proper  division  of  labor,  will 
give  us  time  for  leisure  and  recreation. 

Alfred  JYevin,  D.D. 

What  I  don't  see 

Don't  trouble  me; 
And  what  1  see 

Might  trouble  me, 
Did  I  not  know, 

That  it  must  be  so. 

Goethe. 

As    you  ascend   the  road   of  prosperity,   may   you   never 
meet  a  friend  coming  down. 


Unless  a  man  nas  trained  himself  for  his  chance,  the 
chance  will  only  make  him  ridiculous.  A  great  occasion  is 
worth  to  a  man  exactly  what  his  antecedents  have  enabled 
him  to  make  of  it. 

William  Mathews. 

In  deciding  questions  of  truth  and  duty,  remember  that 
the  wrong  side  has  a  c*-afty  and  powerful  advocate  in  your 
own  heart. 


244  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  man's  happiness  and  success  in  life  will  depend  not 
so  much  upon  what  he  has,  or  upon  what  position  he  occu- 
pies, as  upon  what  he  is,  and  the  heart  he  carries  into  his 
position. 

S.  J.  Wilson,  D.D. 

The  higher  the  sphere  of  life,  the  more  fully  does  it  hold 
good  that  particular  individuals  must  be  many  things  ;o 
many  men,  as  Aristotle,  Leibnitz,  Shakespeare,  Beethoven, 
Calvin,  Napoleon. 

Martensen. 

Logical  men,  dogmatic  men,  rule  the  world.  Aristotle, 
Kant,  Augustine,  Calvin — these  are  the  names  that  instant- 
ly suggest  systems,  and  systems  that  are  exact,  solid,  and 
that  maintain  their  place  from  century  to  century. 

Shedd. 

Curved  is  the  line  of  beauty, 
Straight  is  the  line  of  duty; 
Follow  the  last  and  thou  shall  see 
Tht;  other  ever  following  thee. 


When  a   man  is    born   from  above,  this   world  is   spoiled 
for  him. 

Moody. 

Fi:om  the  grave  of  a  dead  hope  we  may  rise  to  newness 

of  life.      Let  us  be    thankful  for  the    pangs    by   which   God 

brings  us  to  Himself. 

Herrick  Johnson,  D.D. 

The    greatest  men   have   been    those  who   have  cut  their 
way  to  success  through  difficulties. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

The  heaven-sent  man  is  always  successful. 

Moody. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  245 

A  Christian  is  really  what  he  is  when  alone,  and  so  a 
rainy  Sunday  may  be  a  heaven-sent  test  to  leave  us  to  the 
discovery  of  ourselves. 

Christian  at  Work. 

When  a  man  can  live  apart 

From  works  on  theologic  trust, 
I  know  the  blood  about  his  heart 

Is  drv  as  dust. 


Every  event  of  life  points,  if  it  does  not  carry  us  on,  to 
the   cross. 

Jonathan  Edwards,  D.D. 

Many  of  our   cares  are   but  a  morbid  way  of  looking  at 
our  privileges. 

Walter  Scott. 

j^ord,  what  is  man — what  the   best  of  men — but  man  at 
the  best  ? 

Whitefield. 

Good  will,  like  a  good  name,  is  got  by  many  actions,  and 
lost  by  one. 

Jeffrey. 

The   ends  of  culture,  truly   conceived,  are   best  attained 
by  forgetting  culture  and  aiming  higher. 

S  hair  p. 

Happiness  is  the  congruity  between  a  creature's  nature 
and  its  circumstances. 

Bishop  Butler. 

Pleasure  is  the  reflex  of  unimpeded  energy. 

/Sir    William   Hamilton. 

The  best  throw  with  the  dice  is  to  throw  them  away. 

Prvverb. 


246  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  serene,  silent  beauty  of  a  holy  life  is  the  most  pow- 
erful influence  in  the  world,  next  to  the  might  of  the  Spirit 
of  God. 

Spurgeon. 

The  health  of  a  community,  is  an  almost  unfailing  index 
of  its  morals. 

Martineau. 

The  worst  of  all  knaves  are  those  who  can  mimic  their 
former  honesty. 

Laoater. 

So  strong  the  zeal  t'  immortalize  himself 
Beats  in  the  breast  of  man,  that  even  a  few, 
Few  transient  years,  won  from  the  abyss  abhorr'd 
Of  blank  oblivion,  seem  to  be  a  glorious  prize. 


Be  like  the  bird,  that,  halting  in  her  flight 

Awhile  on  boughs  too  slight, 
Feels  them  give  way  beneath  her  and  yet  sings, 

Knowing  that  she  hath  wings. 

Victor  Hugo. 

The  drying  up  a  single  tear  has  more 
Of  honest  fame  than  shedding  seas  of  gore. 

Byron. 

I  live  for  those  that  love  me, 

For  those  that  know  me  true, 

For  the  heaven  that  smiles  above  me 

And  waits  my  coming  too; 

For  the  cause  that  needs  assistance, 

For  the  wrongs  that  need  resistance, 

For  the  future  in  the  distance, 

For  the  o-ood  that  I  can  do. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  247 

Do  to-day  thy  nearest  duty. 


Goethe. 


If  you  wish  to  win  bright  laurels, 
Ere  to  God  you  yield  your  life; 
If  while  on  through  years  you  journey, 
You'd  be  valiant  in  each  strife; 
If  you'd  nobly  do  your  duty, 
Or  the  "  still,  small  voice  "  obey; 
Sit  not  idiy  thinking,  dreaming, 
But  work  earnestly  to-day. 

There  are  roads  where  you  can  travel, 
There  are  seas  where  you  can  sail, 
You  can  beautify  the  wayside, 
Or  with  life-boats  face  the  gale, 
You  can  help  raise  lofty  temples, 
To  show  straying  souls  the  way 
To  win  crowns  of  matchless  glory ; 
So  work  earnestly  to-day. 


Lucette. 


Bit  what  thou  hast  no  need  of,   and  ere  long  thou  shalt 
sell  thy  necessaries. 


Franklin. 


Fail  not  in  the  harder  trial; 
Faint  not  in  the  greater  struggle. 


He  either  fears  his  fate  too  much, 

Or  his  deserts  are  small, 
Who  fears  to  put  it  to  the  touch, 

To  win  or  lose  it  all. 

Montrose. 

The  worst  is  not, 
So  long  as  we  can  say,  This  is  the  worst. 

Shakespeare. 


248  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Every  man's  life  is  a  plan  of  God. 

Horace  Bushnell. 

Who  will  speak  the  solvent  word  for  all  these  problems? 

Emerson. 

Prize  respect  more  than  affection. 

Charming. 

It  is  a  very  great  thing  to  be  able  to  bear  the  absence  of 
both  human  and  divine  consolation,  and  for  the  love  of  God 
cheerfully  to  accept  inward  desolation,  and  never  to  seek 
nor  reflect  upon  one's  deserts. 

Thomas  a  Kempis. 

Oh,  what  a  tangled  web  we  weave 
When   first  we  practice  to  deceive  ! 

Scott. 

When  our  hatred  is  too  keen,  it  places  us  beneath  those 
we  hate. 

La  Rochefoucauld. 

Painting  is  my  wife,  and  my  works  are  my  children. 

Michael  Angelo. 

The  least  error  should  humble,  but  we  should  never  per- 
mit even  the  greatest  to  discourage  us. 

Bishop  Potter. 

From  torch  reversed  the  flame 
Still  streameth,  rising  straight; 

So  struggleth  up  the  brave  man 
Stricken  down  bv  fate. 


Do  you  ask  me  in  general  what  will  be  the  end  of  the 
conflict?  I  answer,  victory.  But  if  you  ask  me  in  particu- 
lar, I  answer,  death. 

Savonarola. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  249 

All  of  us  pay  a  high  price  for  the  manhood  we  obtain — 
nothing  less  than  the  sweet  faith  of  childhood;  all  along 
the  way,  from  morning  to  high  noon,  robbers  exact  the  toll 
of  life. 

George  D.  Prentice. 

AiioxG  the  pitfalls  in  our  way, 

The  be&t  of  us  walk  blindly; 
So,  man,  be   wary,  watch  and  pray, 

And  judge  your  brother  kindly. 

Alice  Cary. 

Get  leave  to  work; 
In  this  world  't  is  the  best   you  got  at  all; 
For  God,  in  cursing,  gives  us  better  gifts 
Than  man  in  benediction.      God  says,  "  Sweat 
For  foreheads;  "  men  say  "  crowns,"  and  so  we  are  crowned — 
Ay,  gashed  by  some  tormenting  circle  of  steel 
Which  snaps  with  a  secret  spring.     Get  work,  get  work; 
Be  sure  't  is  better  than  what  you  work  to  get. 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning. 

There  is  a  grandeur  in  the  soul  that  dares 
To  live  out  all  the  life  God  lit  within; 
That  battles  with  the  passions  hand  to  hand, 
And  wears  no  mail,  and  hides  behind  no  shield; 
That  plucks  its  joy  in  the  shadow  of  death's  wing, 
That  drains  with  one  deep  draught  the  wine  of  life, 
And  that  with  fearless  foot  and  heaven-turned  eyes 
May  stand  upon  a  dizzy  precipice, 
High  over  the  abyss  of  ruin,  and  not  fall. 

Sara  J.  Clarke. 

Few  men  die  when  or  where  they  expect  to. 

W.  Goodwyn,  D.D. 

A  dying  man  can  do  nothing  easy. 

Benjamin  Franklin. 


250  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Much  had  he  read, 
Much  more  had  seen;   he  studied  from  the  life, 
And  in  the  original  perused  mankind. 
Versed  in  the  woes  and  vanities  of  life, 
He  pitied  man. 

Armstrong. 

This  monument  does  not  make  thee  famous,  O  Euripides! 
but  thou  makest  this  monument  famous. 

Epitaph  of  Euripides. 

So,  when  a  good  man  dies, 

For  years  beyond  his  ken, 
The  light  he  leaves  behind  him  lies 

Upon  the  paths  of  men. 


The  best  of  all  is,  God  is  with  us. 
PitAY  more  and  worry  less. 


Longfellow. 
John    Wesley. 
Moody. 


Revkre  thyself,  and  yet  thyself  despise; 
His  nature  no  man  can  o'errate,  and  none 
Can   underrate  his  merit. 

Young. 

By  all  means,  use  sometime  to  be  alone; 

Salute  thyself,  see  what  thy  soul  doth  wear; 
Dare  to  look  in  thy  chest;   for  't  is  thine  own — 

And  tumble  up  and  down  what  thou  findest  there. 

Herbert. 

Hope,  though  your  sun  is  hid  in  gloom, 
And  o'er  your  careworn,  wrinkled  brow, 

Grief  spreads  his  shadows — 't  is  the  doom 
That  falls  on  many  now. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  251 

Our  life  was  but  a  battle  and  a  march; 

And,  like  the  wind's  blast,  never  resting,  homeless, 

We  stormed  across  the  war-convulsed  earth. 

Schiller. 

Looking  calmly  yet  humbly  for  the  close  of  my  mortal 
career,  which  cannot  be  far  distant,  I  reverently  thank 
God  for  the  blessings  vouchsafed  me  in  the  past,  and  with 
an  awe  that  is  not  fear,  and  a  consciousness  of  demerit  that 
does  not  exclude  hope,  await  the  opening  before  my  steps 
of  the  gates  of  the  eternal  world. 

Horace  Greely. 

We  are  what  the  past  has  made  us.  The  results  of  the 
past  are  ourselves.  The  perishable  emotions,  and  the  mo- 
mentary acts  of  bygone  years,  are  the  scaffolding  on  which 
we  built  up  the  being  that  we  are.  As  the  tree  is  fertilized 
by  its  own  broken  branches  and  fallen  leaves,  and  grows 
out  of  its  own  decay,  so  is  the  soul  of  man  ripened  out  of 
broken  hopes  and  blighted  affections. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

Who  ne'er  his  bread  in  sorrow  ate, 

Who  ne'er  the  mournful  midnight  hours 

Weeping  upon  his  bed  hath  sate, 

He  knows  ye  not,  ye  Heavenly  Powers! 


My  half-day's  work  is  done, 

And  this  all  my  part, 
I  give  a  patient  God 

My  patient  heart, 

And   clasp  his  banner  still, 
Though  all  the  blue  be  dim; 

These  stripes,  no  less  than  stars, 
Lead  after  him. 


252  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

He  wrought  in  sad  sincerity; 
Himself  from  God  he  could  not  free. 

Emerson  on  Michael  Angelo. 

Leave   God  to  order  all  thy  ways, 
And  hope  in  Him  whate'er  betide; 

Thou 'It  find  Him  in  the  evil  days 
An  all-sufficient  strength  and  guide; 

Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  love 

Builds   on  a  rock  that  naught  can  move. 

George  JVeicman. 

I  know  the  hand  that  is  guiding  me  through  the  shadow  to 

the  light, 
And  I  know  that  all  betiding  me  is  meted  out  aright; 
I  know    that  the  thorny  path  I  tread  is  ruled  by  a  golden 

Sine, 
And  I  know  that  the  darker  life's  tangled  thread,  the  richer 

the  deep  design. 

British  Evangelist. 

Young  men,  you  are  the  architects  of  your  own  fortunes 
Rely  upon  your  own  strength  of  body  and  soul.  Take  foi 
your  star,  self-reliance.  Don't  take  too  much  advice — keep 
at  your  helm  and  steer  your  own  ship,  and  remember  that 
the  great  art  of  commanding  is  to  take  a  fair  share  of  the 
work.  Think  well  of  yourself.  Strike  out.  Assume  your 
own  position.  Put  potatoes  in  a  cart  over  a  rough  road, 
and  the  small  ones  go  to  the  bottom.  Rise  above  the  envi- 
ous and  jealous.  Fire  above  the  mark  you  intend  to  hit. 
Energv,  invincible  determination,  with  a  right  motive,  are 
the  levers  that  move  the  world.  Be  in  earnest.  Be  self- 
reliant.  Be  generous.  Be  civil.  Read  the  papers.  Ad- 
vertise your  business.  Make  money,  and  do  good  with  it. 
Love  vour  God  and  fellow-men.  Love  truth  and  virtue. 
Love  your  country  and  obey  its  laws. 

President  Porter. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  253 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well! 

All  other  life  is  short  and  vain; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  living  most  for  heavenly  gain. 

He  liveth  long  who  liveth  well! 

All  else  is  being  flung  away; 
He  liveth  longest  who  can  tell 

Of  true  things  only  done  each  day. 

Waste  not  thy  being;  back  to  Him 

Who  freely  gave  it,  freely  give; 
Else  is  that  being  but  a  dream, 

'T  is  but  to  be,  and  not  to  live. 

Be  wise,  and  use  thy  wisdom  well; 

Who  wisdom  speaks  must  live  it  too; 
He  is  the  wisest  who  can  tell 

How  first  he  lived,  then  spoke  the  true. 

Be  what  thou  seemest;  live  thy  creed, 

Hold  up  to  earth  the  torch  divine; 
Be  what  thou  prayest  to  be  made; 

Let  the  great  Master's  step  be  thine. 

Fill  up  each  hour  with  what  will  last; 

Buy  up  the  moments  as  they  go; 
The  life  above  when  this  is  past 

Is  the  ripe  fruit  of  life  below. 

Sow  truth  if  thou  the  truth  wouldst  reap; 

Who  sows  the  false  shall  reap  the  vain; 
Erect  and  sound  the  conscience  keep, 

From  hollow  words  and  deeds  refrain. 

Sow  love,  and  taste  its  fruitage  pure; 

Sow  peace,  and  reap  its  harvest  bright; 
Sow  sunbeams  on  the  rock  and  moor, 

And  find  a  harvest  home  of  light. 

II.  Bonar. 


254  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  would  give  nothing  for  a  young  man  who  did  not  be- 
gin life  with  an  enthusiasm  of  some  kind;  it  shows  at  least, 
that  he  had  faith  in  some  thing  good,  lofty  and  generous 
from  his  own  standpoint. 

Duffon. 

It  may  be  glorious  to  write 
Thoughts  that  shall  glad  the  two  or  three 
High  souls,  like  those  far  stars  that  come  in  sight 
Once  in  a  century. 

But  better  far  it  is  to  speak 
One  simple  word,  which  now  and  then 
Shall  waken  their  free  nature  in  the  weak 
And  friendless  sons  of  men. 

To  write  some  earnest  verse  or  line, 
Which,  seeking  not  the  praise  of  art, 
Shall  make  a  clearer  faith  and  manhood  smile 
In  the  untutored  heart. 

He  that  doth  this,  in  verse  or  prose, 
May  be  forgotten  in  his  day, 
But  surely  shall  be  crowned  at  last  with  those 
Who  live  and  speak  for  aye. 

James  Russell  Lowell. 

I  love  poverty,  because  Jesus  Christ  loved  it.  I  love 
wealth,  because  it  gives  me  the  means  of  assisting  the 
wretched.  I  keep  faith  with  all  men.  I  do  not  render  evil 
to  those  who  do  it  to  me;  but  I  desire  a  state  for  them  like 
to  my  own,  in  which  I  receive  neither  evil  or  good  from 
the1  hand  of  man.  I  endeavor  to  be  just,  truthful,  sincere 
and  faithful  to  all  men;  and  I  have  a  tenderness  of  heart 
for  those  to  whom  God  has  united  me  more  closely;  and 
whether  I  am  alone  or  in  the  sight  of  men,  in  all  my  actions 
I  have  in  sight  God,  who  must  judge  them,  and  to  whom  I 
have  consecrated  them   all. 

Pascal's  Profession  of  Faith. 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  255 

As  other  men  have  creed,  so  have  I  mine: 

I  keep  the  holy  faith  in  God,  in  man, 

And  in  the  angels  ministrant  between; 

I  hold  to  one  true  church  of  all  true  souls, 

Whose  churchly  seal  is  neither  bread  nor  wine, 

Nor  laying  on  of  hands,  nor  holy  oil, 

But  only  the  annointing  of  God's  grace; 

I  hate  ail  kings  and  caste  and  rank  of  birth, 
For  all  the  sons  of  man  are  sons  of  God; 
Nor  limps  a  beggar  but  is  nobly  born, 
Nor  wears  a  slave  a  yoke,  nor  czar  a  crown, 
That  makes  him  more  or  less  than  just  a  man; 
1  love  my  country  and  her  righteous  cause, 
So  dare  I  not  keep  silent  of  her  sin; 
And  after  freedom  may  her  bells  ring  peace  1 

I  love  one  woman  with  a  hciy  fire, 

Whom  I  revere  as  priestess  of  my  house; 

I  stand  with  wondering  awe  before  my  babes 

Till  they  rebuke  me  to  a  nobler  life; 

I  keep  a  faithful  friendship  with  a  friend, 

Whom  loyally  I  serve  before  myself; 

I  lock  my  lips  too  close  to  speak  a  lie, 

I  wash  my  hands  too  white  to  touch  a  bribe; 

I  owe  no  man  a  debt  I  cannot  pay, 

Save  only  of  the  love  men  ought  to  owe; 

Withal,  each  day,  before  the  blessed  Heaven, 

I  open  wide  the  chambers  of  my  soul 

And  pray  the  Holy  Ghost  to  enter  in. 

Thus  reads  the  fair  confession  of  my  faith, 
So  crossed  with  contradictions  of  my  life, 
That  now  may  God  forgive  the  written  lie  ! 
Yet  still,  by  help  of   Him  who  helpeth  men, 
I  face  two  worlds,  and  fear  not  life  nor  death. 
O,  Father,  lead  me  by  Thy  hand  !   Amen. 

T/teodore  Tilton. 


256  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Beautiful  is  young  enthusiasm;  keep  it  to  the  end,  and 
be  more  and  more  correct  in  fixing  on  the  object  of  it.  It 
is  a  terrible  thing  to  be  wrong  in  that — the  source  of  all  our 
miseries  and  confusions  whatever. 

Carlyle. 

Be  not  amazed  at  life.     'T  is  still 
The  mode  of  God  with  his  elect, 

Their  hopes  exactly  to  fulfill, 

In  times  and  ways  they  least  expect. 

Dean  Alford. 

The  romantic  vision  of  the  first  half  of  a  man's  life  is  the 
most  real  survey  of  earth  he  will  ever  make. 

David  Swing. 

The  silent  sympathy  of  love 
To  me  is  dearer  now  than  praise. 

WhiUier. 

A  HEA.RT  within  blood-tinctured  with  a 
Veined  humanity. 

Elizabeth  D.  Browning. 

On,  may  I  join  the  choir  invisible 

Of  those  immortal  dead  who  live  again 

In  minds  made  better  by  their  presence  ;   live 

In  pulses  stirred  to  generosity, 

In  deeds  of  daring  rectitude;,  in  scorn 

For  miserable  aims  that  end  with  self, 

In  thoughts  sublime  that  pierce  the  night  like 

stars, 
And  with  their  mild  persistence  urge  man's 

search 
To  vaster  issues  ! 

So  to  live  is  heaven  ; 
To  make  undying  music  in  the  world, 


LIFE-MOTTOES.  257 

Breathing  as  beauteous  order  that  controls 
With  growing  sway  the  growing  life  of  man, 
So  we  inherit  that  sweet  purity 
For  which  we  struggled,  failed,  and  agonized, 
With  widening  retrospect  that  dread  despair — 
Rebellious  flesh  that  would  not  be  subdued, 
A  vicious  parent  shaming  still  its  child; 
Poor,  anxious  penitence  is  quick  dissolved, 
Its  discords,  quenched  by  meeting  harmonies, 
Die  in  the  large  and  charitable  air. 

And  all  our  rarer,  better,  truer  self, 

That  sobbed  religiously  in  yearning  song, 

That  watched  to  ease  the  burden  of  the  world, 

Laboriously  tracing  what  must  be, 

And  what  may  yet  be  better — saw  within 

A  worthier  image  for  the  sanctuary, 

And  shaped  it  forth  before  the  multitude 

Divinely  human,  raising  worship  so 

To  higher  reverence  more  mixed  with  love — ■ 

That  better  self  shall  live  till  human  time 

Shall  fold  its  eyelids,  and  the  human  sky 

Be  gathered  like  a  scroll  within  the  tomb, 

Unread  forever. 

This  is  the  life  to  come, 
Which  martyred  men  have  made  more  glorious 
For  us  who  strive  to  follow.     May  I  reach 
That  purest  heaven,  be  to  other  souls 
The  cup  of  strength  in  some  great  agony; 
Enkindle  generous  ardor,  feed  pure  love, 
Beget  the  smiles  that  have  no  cruelty; 
Be  the  sweet  presence  of  a  good  diffused, 
And  in  diffusion  ever  more  intense; 
So  shall  I  join  the  choir  invisible 
Whose  music  is  the  gladness  of  the  world. 

George  Eliot. 
17 


258  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Look  not  mournfully  into  the  past;  it  comes  not  back 
again.  Wisely  improve  the  present;  it  is  thine.  Go  forth 
to  meet  the  shadowy  future  without  fear,  and  with  a  manly 
heart. 

Longfellow. 

We  lead  two  lives,  the  outward  seeming  fair, 
And  full  of  smiles  that  on  the  surface  lie  ; 

The  other  spent  in  many  a  silent  prayer, 

With  thoughts  and  feelings  hidden  from  the  eye. 

The  weary,  weary  hours  of  mental  pain, 

Unspoken  yearnings  for  the  dear  ones  gone  ; 

The  wishes  half  defined,  yet  crushed  again, 
Make  up  the  silent  life  we  lead  alone. 

And  happy  visions  we  may  never  show 

Gild  all  this  siient  life  with  sweet  romance  ; 

That  they  will  fade  like  sunset's  clouds  we  know. 
Yet  life  seems  brighter  for  each  stolen  glance. 

This  silent  life,  we  little  reck  its  power 
To  strengthen  us  for  either  good  or  ill  ; 

Whether  we  train  our  thoughts  like  birds  to  soar, 
Or  let  them  wander  wheresoe'er  they  will. 

This  silent  life,  not  those  we  love  may  share, 

Though  day  by  day  we  strive  to  draw  them  close  ; 

Our  secret  chamber — none  may  enter  there, 
Save  that  one  Eye  that  never  seeks  repose. 

And  if  beneath  that  Eye  we  do  not  quail, 

Though  all  the  world  may  turn  from  us  aside, 

We  own  a  secret  power  that  shall  prevail, 
When  every  motive  of  our  life  is  tried. 


FLYING    EHBEKS.  259 

XXIV. 

FLYING  EMBEES. 

How  many  will  say  "  forgive,"  and  find 
A  sort  of  absolution  in  the  sound 
To  bate  a  little  longer! 

Tennyson. 

Forgiveness  to  the  injured  does  belong; 

But  they  never  pardon  who  have  done  the  wrong. 

Dryden. 

To  pardon  an  old  injury  is  to  provoke  a  new  one. 

Auguste  Preault. 

He  who  puts  up  with  insult  invites  injury. 

Proverb. 

Be  assured  those  will  be  thy  worst  enemies,  not  to  whom 
thou  hast  done  evil,  but  who  have  done  evil  to  thee.  And 
those  will  be  thy  best  friends,  not  to  whom  thou  hast  done 
good,  but  who  have  done  good  to  thee. 

Lavater. 

A  lying  tongue  hateth  those  that  are  afflicted  by  it. 

Solomon. 

Friendship  which  flows  from  the  heart  cannot  be  frozen 
by  adversity,  as  the  water  that  flows  from  the  spring  does 
not  congeal  in  Winter. 

Fenimore  Cooper. 

A  man  ought  to  keep  his  friendships  in  constant  repair.  I 
look  upon  a  day  as  lost  in  which  I  do  not  make  a  new 
acquaintance. 

Dr.  Samuel  Johnson. 


2G0  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

What  makes  us  like  new  acquaintances  is  not  so  much 

any  weariness  of  our  old  ones,  or  the  pleasures  of  change,  as 

disgust    at    not    being   sufficiently    admired  by    those    who 

know  us   too  well,  and  the  hope  of  being  more  so  by   those 

who  do  not  know  so  much  of  us. 

La  Rochefoucauld. 

Heaven   knows  what  would  become  of  our  society,  if  we 

never  visited  people  we  speak  ill  of;  we  should  all  live,  like 

Egyptian  hermits,  in  crowded  solitude. 

George  Eliot. 

Children    always   turn    to    the  light;  O,  that  grown-up 

men  would  do  likewise  ! 

Julius  Hare. 

The  great  man  down,  you  mark  his  favorite  flies; 
The  poor  advanced  makes  friends  of  enemies, 
And  hitherto  doth  love  on  fortune  tend; 
For  who  not  needs  shall  never  lack  a  friend, 
And  who  in  want  a  fellow-friend  doth  try 
Directly  sees  in  him  an  enemy. 

Shakespeare. 

"Look  on  your  best  friends  with  the  thought  that  they 
may  one  day  become  your  worst  enemies,"  was  an  ancient 
maxim  of  worldly  prudence.  It  is  for  us  to  reverse  this 
maxim,  and  rather  say:  "  Look  on  your  worst  enemies  with 
the  thought  that  they  may  one  day  become  your  best 
friends."' 

Dean  Stanley. 

Nothing  so  soon  mortifies  as  to  spend  one's  scorn  in 
vain. 

John  Foster. 

Unpopularity  or  popularity  is  utterly  worthless  as  a 
test  of  manhoud'a  worth. 

F.  W.   Robertson. 


FLYING    EMBERS.  261 

Rashly,  nor  ofttimes  truly,  doth- man  pass  judgment  on 
his   brother. 

Tupper. 

He  seemed  to  be  a  soul  that  by  accident  had  met  with  a 
body  and  tried  to  make  the  best  of  it. 

Joubert. 

He  was  the  soul  of  goodness, 
Anil  ail  our  praises  of  him  are  like  streams 
Drawn  from  a  spring,  that  still  rise  full,  and  leave 
The  part  remaining  greatest. 

Shakespeare. 

How  often  have  I  lamented  that  his  powers  should  have 
wanted  the  influence  of  an  unsullied  reputation! 

Dumont,  on  Mirabeau. 

No  one  is  a  more  dangerous  enemy  to  all  that  is  sweet 
and  good  in  human  life,  than  the  one  who  lends  to  impurity 
the  sanction  of  splendid  talents. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

Tie  down  a  hero,  and  he  feels  the  puncture  of  a  pin; 
throw  him   into  battle,  and  he  is  almost  insensible  to   pain. 

John  C.  Calhoun. 

Strength  of  character  is  not  mere  strength  of  feeling; 
it  is  the  resolute  restraint  of  strong  feeling.  It  is  unyield- 
ing resistance  to  whatever  would  disconcert  us  from  with- 
out or  unsettle  us  from  within. 

Dickens. 

Each  is  bound  to  all. 

Herbert  Spencer. 

The  public  are  served  not  by  what  the  lord  mayor  feels, 
who  rides  in  his  coach,  but  by  what  the  apprentice  boy 
feels,  who  looks  at  him. 

Colton 


262  GOLD  EX     GLEAMS. 

Power  comes  from  persistent  and  repeated  effort. 
When  you  can  do  something  better  than  anybody  else,  you 
are   acquiring  power  ;   and  if  you   can  do   this   easily   and 

pleasantly,  that  is  your  calling. 

lion.  D.  P.  Baldwin. 

Tiie  apple  falls  near  the  tree. 

Spanish  Proverb. 

Souls  agree  but  minds  discuss. 

Auguste  Pre'ault. 

In  the  subtle  alchemy  of  hope  the  slightest  possibilities 
are  ever  transmuted  into  golden  probabilities  and  inevi- 
table certainties. 

Round  Table. 

Do  something  worth  living  for,  worth  dying  for;  do  some- 
thing to  show  that  you  have  a  mind,  and  a  heart,  and  a  soul 
within  you. 

Dean  Stanley. 

Dickens  set  out  on  the  literary  theory  that  in  life  every- 
thing is  bettor  than  it  looks;  Thackeray  with  the  impres- 
sion that  everything  was  worse. 

Justin  McCarthy. 

We  must  love  the  Lord,  if  we  would  learn  to  serve  him 
and  win  others  to  him. 

JVm.  Ormiston,  D.D. 

One  hand  ought  to  wash  the  other. 

Latin  Proverb. 

The  best  of  men 
That  e'er  wore  earth  about  him  was  a  Sufferer; 
A  soft,  meek,  patient,  humble,  tranquil  spirit — 
The  first  true  gentleman  that  ever  lived. 

Deckar. 


FLYING    EMBERS. 


263 


To   be  free-minded  and   cheerfully  disposed  at  hours  of 

meal,  and  of  sleep,  and  of  exercise,  is  one  of  the  best  precepts 

of  long-iasting. 

Bacon. 

If  we  are  God's  children,  we  need  not  fear  the  develop- 
ments of  his  providence. 

Richard  Newton,  D.D. 

Make  but  few  explanations;  the  character  that  cannot 
defend  itself  is  not  worth  vindicating. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

There  is  no  funeral  so  sad  to  follow  as  the  funeral  of  our 
own  youth,  which  we  have  been  pampering  with  fond  de- 
sires and  ambitious  hopes,  and  all  the  bright  berries  that 
hang  in  poisonous  clusters  over  the  path  of  life. 


I  caxxot  despair  of  the  ultimate  conversion  of  the  hea- 
then, when  I  remember  the  power  of  the  Gospel  upon  my- 
self. 

John  Newton,  D.D. 

It  is  well  known  that  he  seldom  lives  frugally  who  lives 
by  chance.  Hope  is  always  liberal,  and  they  that  trust  her 
promises  make  little  scruple  of  reveling  to-day  on  the  pro- 
fits of  the  morrow. 

Samuel  -Johnson. 

Anxual  income  £"20,  annual  expenditure  £19  19s.  6d.; 
result  happiness;  annual  income  £20,  annual  expenditure 
£20  Us.  Gd.;  result  misery. 

Jlicaicber. 

Hal!  I  am  heinously  unprovided  to-day,  *  *  *  and 
I  do  suspect  you  grievously;  *  *  *  you  promise  me  so 
infinitely. 

Falstaff. 


2G4  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

From  indolence,  despondency  and  indiscretion,  may  I 
specially  be  preserved. 

John  Quincy  Adams. 

Put  not  your  trust  in  money,  but  put  your  money  in 
trust. 

Ho  Im'.s. 

I  have  discovered  the  philosopher's  stone  that  turns 
evervtliing  into  wold  ;  it  is — "  Pav  as  you  goV' 

John  Randolph. 

Earthly  treasures  are  disappointing-  in  pursuit,  dissatis- 
fying in  enjoyment,  and  uncertain  in  possession. 

Blair'' s  Rhetoric. 

Modern"  criticism  discloses  that  which  it  would  fain  con- 
ceal, but  conceals  that  which  it  professes  to  disclose;  it  is, 
therefore,  read  by  the  discerning  not  to  discover  the  merits 
of  an  author,  but  the  motives  of  his  critic. 

Colton. 

Nothing  ages  like  laziness. 

Bulwer  Lytton. 

Pleasures  are  like  poppies  spread, 
You  seize  the  flower,  its  bloom  is  shed  ; 
Or  like  the  snow-falls  in  the  river, 
A  moment  white — then  melts  forever. 

Bums. 

Melancholy  is  the  convalescence  of  errief. 

Ma t 1 1 line  Bubre n oy. 

A>  old  as  the  centuries  and  as  young  as  the  future. 

Buhcer,  (on  the  Christian  Church). 

Earnest  work  for  Christ  is  the  best  means  of  spiritual 
culture. 

Stephen  If.  Tyng,  Jr.,  B.B. 


FLYING    EMBERS.  2G5 

Silence  is  the  virtue  of  the  feeble. 

Auguste  Prlault. 

The  best  of  men  and  the  most  earnest  workers  will 
make  enough  of  mistakes  to  keep  them  humble.  Thank 
God  for  mistakes  and  take  courage.  Don't  give  up  on 
account  of  mistakes  ! 

M>ody. 

My  greatest  sorrows  are  those  of  my  own  heart.  Out- 
vard  troubles  serve  rather  to  steady  than  to  disconcert  me. 

Rev.   George  Paul. 

It  is  the  little  rift  within  the  lute, 
That  by  and  by  will  make  the  music  mute, 
And,  ever  widening,  slowly  silence  all. 

Tennyson. 

We  are  all  wicked;  what  one  of  us  blames  in  another 
*ach  will  find  in  his  own  breast. 

Seneca. 

The  conjurer  does  not  deceive  the  man  who  beats  the 
gong  for  him. 

Chinese  Proverb. 

To  select  well  among  old  things  is  almost  equal  to  in- 
venting new  ones. 

Trublet. 

To  contemplate  things  lovely  is  always  an  ascent. 

David  Swing. 

Max  is  by  nature  a  fighting  and  quarreling  animal. 

Lord  Palmerston. 

Planting  colleges  and  filling  them  with  studious  young 
men  and  women,  is  planting  seed-corn  for  the  world. 

Rev.  Dr.  Judson. 


266  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  imagination  is  the  retina  of  the  universe. 

Raskin. 

Taste  and   smell  are  chemical,  touch  is  mechanical,  the 

ear  is  emotive,  and  the  eye  is  intellectual. 

Tyndall. 

The  strangeness   of    foreign   life   throws  one   back   into 

himself. 

John  Henry  Newman. 

Nothing  sharpens  the  arrow  of  sarcasm  so  keenly  as  the 
courtesy  that  polishes  it;   no  reproach  is  like  that  we  clothe 

with  a  smile  and  present  with  a  bow. 

Chesterfield. 

Sarcasm  is  the  natural  language  of  the  devil. 

Carlyle. 

A  decent  boldness  ever  meets  with  friends. 

Pope. 

A  letter  shows  the  man  it  is  written  to,  as  well  as  the 
man  it  is  written  by. 

Chesterfield. 

Education  is  the  cheap  defense  of  nations. 

Burlce. 

Poverty  is  the  sixth  sense. 

German   Proverb. 

In  many  things,  a  comprehensive  survey  of  a  subject  is 
the  shortest  way  of  getting  at  a  precise  knowledge  of  a  par- 
ticular division  of  it. 

Princeton  Review. 

It  seems  to  be  nearly  impossible  to  be  moderate.  If  we 
are  calm  and  deliberate  enough  to  be  just,  we  are  almost 
sure  to  be  indifferent. 

A.  P.  Russell. 


NUT-SHELLS. 
Mythology  is  religion  growing  wild. 

Statement  is  argument. 


267 


Schelling. 


Shedd. 


A  gaubled  quotation  may  be  the  most  effectual  perver- 
sion of  an  author's  meaning;  and  a  partial  representation  of 
an  incident  in  a  man's  life  may  be  the  most  malignant  of 
all  calumnies. 

McCosh. 

The  double  sense  of  prophesy  is  aptly  illustrated  by 
mountain-peaks  or  gas-lights  seeming  as  one  in  the  distance. 

Charles    Wordsworth,  &.D. 

""What  a  fool  you  are,  Paley,"  said  a  young  man  in  a 
British  university,  "to  be  wasting  your  time  in  idleness  and 
dissipation.  You  have  talents  which  might  raise  you  to 
eminence.  I  have  none;  and  it  is  of  no  consequence  how 
I  act.*'  Paley  took  the  hint,  though  roughly  made,  laid  it  to 
heart,  and  rose  like  a  clear  light,  and  shed  a  lustre  on  the 
age  and  the  literature  of  his  nation. 

Albert  -Barnes. 


XXV. 
KUT-SHELLS. 

The  fourth  gospel  is  written  by  the  hand  of  an  angel. 

Herder. 

The  fourth  gospel  is  the  heart  of  Christ. 

Ernesii. 


268  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

You  shall  see  a  beautiful  quarto  page,  where  a  neat  rivu- 
let of  text  shall  meander  through  a  meadow  of  margin. 

Sheridan. 

I  believe   Plato  and  Socrates;  T  believe  in  Jesus  Christ. 

Coleridge. 

The  material  universe  is  so  great  that  the  highest  intelli- 
gence in  heaven  can  never  fully  grasp  or  know  it.  Through 
all  eternity,  should  its  limits  ever  be  found,  the  mind  would 

be  shocked. 

John  Foster. 

A  good  library  is  a  statesman's  workshop. 

John  Randolph. 

Some  books  are  to  be  tasted,  others  to  be  swallowed,  and 
some  few  to  be  chewed  and  digested. 

Bacon. 

Of  all  those  arts  in  which  the  wise  excel, 
Nature's  chief  masterpiece  is  writing  well. 

Sheffield. 

Tex  censure  wrong,  for  one  that  writes  amiss. 

Pope. 

If  Adam  fell  in  the  days  of  innocency, 
How  could  you  expect  Falstaff  to  stand 
In  the  days  of  villainy? 

Shakespeare. 

Ont.  that  would  peep  and  botanize 
Upon  his  mother's  grave! 

Wordsworth. 

The  negro  is  the  image  of  God  cut  in  ebony. 

Fuller. 

Tin:  task-master  is  the  image  of  the  devil  cut  in  ivory. 

Horace  Smith. 


NUT-SHELLS.  269 

Some  people  have  the  negro  question  on  the  brain,  but 
not  much  brain  on  the  negro  question. 

George  D.  Prentice. 

The  largest  funeral  procession  known  carries  its  genuine 
grief  in  one  coach,  and  fortunate  is  the  man  who  leaves  be- 
hind enough  real  mourners  to  fill  one  hack.  From  this  we 
must  not  jump  to  the  conclusion  that  the  world  is  so  bad, 
but  we  are  all  so  occupied  with  our  own  troubles  that  we 
have  not  time  nor  inclination  for  those  of  others. 

Donn  Piatt. 

Sense  shines  with  a  double  lustre  when  it  is  set  in  hu- 
mility. 

William  Penn. 

I  fiave  no  fear  for  England;  she  will  stand  till  the  day 
ofJud-ment  William  Pitt. 

What  I  fear  for  England  is  the  day  of  judgment. 

Edmund  Burke. 

In  all  our  decisions  and  actions,  it  would  be  well  for  us 
to  remember  the  suggestive  inscription  that  was  written  on 
the  gates  of  Busyrane.  As  the  traveler  entered  that  an- 
cient city,  he  read  on  the  first  gate,  "Be  bold;"  and  on  the 
second  gate,  "  Be  bold,  be  bold  and  evermore  be  bold;" 
and  then  he  paused  as  he  read  on  the  third  gate,  "  Be  not 
too  bold  !"  A  man's  strength  should  be  like  the  momen- 
tum of  a  falling  planet,  and  his    discretion   like  the   return 

of  its  due  and  perfect  curve.  ,-, 

r  Emerson. 

Men  give  me  credit  for  genius  ;  but  all  the  genius  I 
have  lies  in  this:  when  I  have  a  subject  on  hand  I  study 
it  profoundly.  The  effect  I  make,  they  call  the  fruit  of 
genius  ;  it  is,  however,  the  fruit  of  labor  and  thought. 

Alexander  Hamilton. 


270  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  mosquito  is  the  concrete  incarnation  of  the  mystery   of 

evil. 

Prof.  Llewellyn  J.  Evans. 

There  is  a  river  in  the  ocean.  In  the  severest  droughts  it 
never  fails,  and  in  the  mightiest  floods  it  never  overflows. 
Its  banks  and  its  bottoms  are  of  cold  water,  while  its  current 
is  of  warm.  The  Gulf  of  Mexico  is  its  fountain,  and  its  mouth 
is  the  Arctic  Seas.  It  is  the  Gulf  Stream.  There  is  in  the 
world  no  other  such  majestic  flow  of  waters.  Its  current 
is  more  rapid  thai)  the  Mississippi  or  the  Amazon,  and  its 
volume  more  than  a  thousand  times  greater. 

M.  F.  Maury. 

There  is  in  every  animal's  eye  a  dim  image  and  gleam 
of  humanity,  a  flash  of  strange  light  through  which  their 
life  looks  out  and  up  to  our  great  mystery  of  command 
over  them,  claiming  the  fellowship  of  the  creature,  if  not 
of  the  soul. 

Bus/an. 

The  motives  of  conscience,  as  connected  with  repentance 
and  the  feeling  of  duty,  are  the  most  important  differences 
which  separate  man  from  the  animal. 

Darn-in. 

A  seared  conscience  is  like  a  tympanum  without  reso- 
nance. 

Theo.  Cuyler,  D.I). 

There  is,  between  the  whole  animal  kingdom  on  the  one 
side,  and  man,  even  in  his  lowest  state,  on  the  other,  a 
barrier  which  no  animal  has  ever  crossed,  and  that  barrier 
is — language.  By  no  effort  of  understanding,  by  no  stretch 
of  imagination,  can  I  explain  to  myself  how  language  could 
have  grown  out  of  anything  which  animals  possess,  even  if 
we  granted  them  millions  of  years  for  that  purpose. 

Max  Mueller. 


NUT-SHELLS.  271 

Quotation,  sir,  is  a  good  thing  ;  there  is  a  community  of 
mind  in  it.  Classical  quotation  is  the  parole  of  literary 
men  all  over  the  world. 

Samuel  Jolmson. 

Ax  apt  quotation  is  as  good  as  an  original  remark. 

Proverb. 

Style  is  the  gossamer  on  which  the  seeds  of  truth  float 
through  the  world. 

Bancroft. 

Flowers  are  the  smiles  of  God's  goodness. 

Wilberforce. 

Tiik  moon  is  the  flatterer  of  decay. 

Buhcer. 

Take  me,  for  I  come  to  Thee. 

Last  words  of  John  Bunyan. 

O  Lord!  is  this  the  way? 

Among  the  last  icords  of  Rev.  E.  R.  Beadle,  D.D. 

God  often  works  more  by  the  life  of  the  illiterate,  seek- 
ing the  things  which  are  His,  than  by  the  ability  of  the 
learned,  seeking  the  things  that  are  their  own. 

Anselm. 

Religion  is  assent  through  conscience  to  God. 

Martineau. 

A  person  is  always  startled  when  he  hears  himself  seri- 
ously called  old  for  the  first  time. 

Holmes. 

Who  can  blame  me  if  I  cherish  the  belief  that  the  world 
is  still  young — that  there  are  great  possibilities  in  store  for 
it? 

Tyndall. 


'2  /  2  GOLD  EX    GLEAMS. 

There  is  no  process  of  evolution  or  development  that 
can  ever  span  the  chasm  between  the  organic  and  the  in- 
organic, between  the  living  and  the  lifeless,  between 
animal  instinct  and  reflective  consciousness. 

Lid  don. 

He  who  was  the  holiest  among  the  mighty,  and  the 
mightiest  among  the  holy,  has,  with  His  pierced  hand,  lifted 
heathenism  off  its  hinges,  and  turned  the  dolorous  and  ac- 
cursed centuries  into  new   channels,  and    now    governs  the 

ages. 

1 1 '"-.liter. 

In  proportion  as  nations  become  more  corrupt,  more  dis- 
grace will  attach  to  poverty  and  more  respect  to  wealth. 

Oolton. 

The  pupil  of  the  eye  is  the  portal  through  which  light 
brings  in  all  the  riches  and  glories  of  the  earth  and  heaven 
to  adorn  the  inner  chambers  of  the  soul.  The  mind  sits 
enthroned  as  a  sovereign  in  its  secret  place,  and  this  swift- 
winged  messenger  comes  flying  with  intelligence  from  every 
point  in  the  whole  landscape,  and  from  the  far  distant  orbs 
of  heaven.  The  mind  has  only  to  lift  the  curtain  of  the 
eve,  and  millions  of  bright  heralds  rush  in  to  describe  the 
form,  and  hue  and  order  of  everything  in  the  world  of  vis- 
ion. Some  of  these  messengers  have  brought  their  tidings 
in  an  instant,  and  some  have  been  on  their  way  a  million  of 
vears,  to  tell  me  where  of  old  the  breath  of  God  blew  a 
million  suns  into  flame,  and  sent  them  forth  to  sing  and  shine 
among  the  rival  spheres  of  heaven.  And  as  I  stand  gazing 
from  some  giddy  height,  it  is  as  if  all  this  vast  and  varied 
scene  were  the  creation  of  light  itself.  Take  from  me  the 
faculty  of  vision,  or,  what  would  be  the  same  thing,  destroy 
the  liofht,  and  in  place;  of  all  this  wondrous  world  of  beautv, 
a  blank  and  pitiless  wall  of  darkness   shuts  me  in  on   every 

side. 

lite.  Dr.  March. 


NUT-SHELLS.  273 

The  face  of  a  loving  old  man  is  always  to  me  like  a 
morning  moon,  reflecting  the  yet  unseen  sun  of  the  world, 
yet  fading  before  its  approaching  light,  until,  when  it  does 
rise,  it  fades  and  withers  away  from  our  gaze,  absorbed  in 
the  source  of  its  own  beauty. 

George  McDonald. 

In  the  Mammoth  Cave,  where  the  light  of  day  never 
enters,  the  fish  are  eyeless,  having  lost  their  organ  of  sight 
from  long  disuse;  but  the  slave  in  his  captivity,  enveloped 
in  worse  than  cavern  darkness,  and  shut  out  from  all  the 
privileges  which  a  man  formed  in  the  image  of  God  has  a 
right  to  enjoy,  has  retained  his  capacity  for  liberty,  educa- 
tion and  religion. 

J.  B.  Bittinger,  D.JD. 

AVe  have  no  reason  to  fear  that  the  poor  and  unfortunate 
will  ever  receive  too  much  attention,  either  at  home  or 
abroad. 

Mrs.  E.  C.  Stanton. 

The  great  face  was  so  sad,  so  earnest,  so  longing,  so  pa- 
tient. There  was  a  dignity  not  of  earth  in  its  mien,  and  in 
its  countenance  a  benignity,  such  as  never  anything  hu- 
man wore.  It  was  stone,  but  it  seemed  sentient.  If  ever 
image  of  stone  thought,  it  was  thinking.  It  was  looking 
toward  the  verge  of  the  landscape,  but  looking  at  nothing, 
nothing  but  distance  and  vacancy.  It  was  looking  over 
and  beyond  everything  of  the  present,  and  far  into  the 
past.  It  was  gazing  over  the  ocean  of  time,  over  lines  of 
century  waves,  which,  farther  and  farther  receding,  closed 
nearer  and  nearer  together,  and  blended  at  last  into  one 
unbroken  tide,  away  toward  the  horizon  of  a  remote  an- 
tiquity. It  was  the  type  of  an  attribute  of  man — of  a  fac- 
ulty of  his  heart  ami  brain.  It  was  memory — retrospect- 
ion, wrought  into  visible,  tangible  form. 

Mark  Twain,  (0?i  the  Sphinx). 
IS 


274  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Yet  still  there  whispers  the  small  voice  within, 

Heard  through  gain's  silence  and  o'er  glory's  din  : 

Whatever  creed  be  taught  or  land  be  trod, 
Man's  conscience  is  the  oracle  of  God. 

Byron. 

Have  yon  ever  seen  those  marble  statues  in  some  public 
s  piare  or  garden  which  art  has  so  finished  into  a  perennial 
fountain  that  through  the  lips  or  through  the  hands  the 
clear  water  flows  in  perpetual  stream,  on  and  on  and  on  for- 
ever; and  the  marble  stands  there,  passive,  cold,  making  no 
effort  to  arrest  the  gliding  water'.''  it  is  so  that  time  flows 
through  the  hands  of  men — swift,  wcxlt  pausing,  till  it  has 
run  itself  out;  and  there  is  the  man  petrified  into  a  marble 
sleep,  not  feeling  what  it  is  which  is  passing  away  forever. 
It  is  so  that  the  destiny  of  nine  men  out  of  ten  accom- 
plishes itself — slipping  away  from  them,  aimless,  useless  till 
it  is  too  late. 

F.    W.  Rohcrtson. 

Come,  my  friends,  souls  that  have  toiled  and 
Wrought  and  thought  with  me,*     :;:      *     *     * 
'T  is  not  too  late  to  seek  a  newer   woi  Id. 


XXVI. 
KEY-iNTOTES. 

'T  is  a  very  good  world  we  live  in, 

To  lend,  or  to  spend,  or  to  give  in  ; 

But  to  beg,  or  to  borrow,  or  get  a  man's  own, 

'T  is  the  very  worst  world  that  ever  was  known. 

Bulwer  Lytton. 


KF.Y-XOTES.  Z/O 

Strength  for  the  day  !      At  early  dawn  I  stand 
Helpless  and  weak,  and  with  unrested  eyes, 
Watching  for  day.     Before  its  portal  lies 

A  low,  black  cloud — a  heavy,  iron  hand, 

Slowly  the  mist  is  lifted  from  the  land, 

And  pearl  and  amber  gleam  across  the  skies, 
Gladdening  my  upward  craze  with  sweet  surprise  ! 

I  own  the  sign;   I  know  that  Ho  whose  hand 

Hath  fringed  these  somber  clouds  with  ruby  ray, 

And  changed  that  iron  bar  to  molten  gold, 

Will  to  my  wandering  stops  be  guide  and  stay; 
Breathe  o'er  my  wavering  heart  his  rest  for  aye, 

And  give  my  waiting,  folded  palms  to  hold 

His  blessed  morning  boon — strength  for  the  day  ! 

S  or  lb  tier's. 

Tn  \t  which  befits  us,  embosomed  in  beauty  and  wonder 
as  we  are,  is  cheerfulness  and  courage,  and  the  endeavor  to 
realize  our  aspirations. 

Emerson. 

Let  us  wipe  our  tears,  lift  up  our  heads,  and  gird  our- 
selves for  brave  and  cheerful  toil.  In  due  time  the  release 
will  come;  rest  so  sweet  after  the  toil  is  over;  glory  so 
bright  after  the  darkness  is  passed;  victory  so  grand,  that 
we  shall  not  wish  the  conflicts  to  have  been  less  fierce,  or 
the  perils  of  the  way  less  numerous  or  painful. 


Every  kindness  done  to  others  in  our  daily  walk,  every 
attempt  to  make  others  happy,  every  prejudice  overcome, 
every  truth  more  clearly  perceived,  every  difficulty  sub- 
dued, every  sin  left  behind,  every  temptation  trampled 
under  foot,  every  step  forward  in  the  cause  of  what  is  good, 
is  a  step  nearer  the  cause  of  Christ,  through  which  only 
death  can  be  really  a  gain  to  us. 

Dean  Stanley. 


276  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

On,  if  the  selfish  knew  how  much  they  lost, 
What  would  they  not  endeavor,  not  endure, 
To  imitate,  as  far  as  in  them  lay, 
Him,  who  his  wisdom  and  his  power  employs 
In  making  others  happy  I 

Samuel  Rogers. 

My  reason  yields  her  hand  to  faith, 
And  follows  meekly  where  the  angel  leads. 

Holland. 

Saving  faith  is  the  flight  of  a  penitent  sinner  to  the 
mercy  of  God  in  Christ. 

Jifestrezat. 

Religion  is  never  fashionable.  The  way  of  peace  is  not 
the  broad  way  superintended  by  Paris,  but  the  narrow  way 
watched  by  the  Ivedeemer. 

Moody. 

I  pity  the  man  who  has  never,  in  his  best  moods,  felt  his 
life  consoled  and  comforted  in  its  bitterness  by  the  larger 
lives  that  he  could  look  at  and  know  that  they  too  were  men 
living  in  the  same  humanity  with  himself,  only  living  in  it 
much  more  largely.  So  much  of  our  need  of  consolation 
comes  from  the  bitterness  of  our  life,  its  pettiness  and 
weariness  insensibly  transferring  itself  to  all  life,  making  us 
skeptical  about  anything  great  or  worth  living  for  in  life  at 
all.  It  is  our  rescue  from  this  debilitating  doubt  that  is  the 
blessing  which  falls  upon  us  when,  leaving  our  own  insig- 
nificance behind,  we  let  our  hearts  rest  with  comfort  on  the 
mere  fact  that  these  men  are  of  great,  broad,  generous  and 
healthy  lives — men  like  the  greatest  that  we  know. 

Phillips  Broolcs. 

Tittc  past  is  past;  T  see  the  future  stretch 
All  dark  and  barren  as  a  rainy  sea. 

Alexander  Smith. 


KEY-NOTES.  277 

Plate  sin    with  gold,  and  the  strong  lance  of  justice  hurt- 
less  breaks; 
Arm  it  in  rags — a  pigmy's  straw  doth  pierce  it. 

Shakespeare. 

A  people  that  gives  up  God  is  like  a  people  that  gives 
up  a  territory;  it  is  a  lost  people.  There  is  only  one 
greater  folly  than  that  of  the  fool  who  says  in  his  heart, 
"there  is  no  God,"  and  that  is  the  folly  of  a  people  that 
says  in  its  heart  that  it  does  not  know  whether  there  is  a 
God  or  no. 

Bismarck. 

Hearts,  like  apples,  are  hard  and  sour, 
Till  crushed  by  pain's  resistless  power; 
And  yield  their  juices  rich  and  bland 
To  none  but  sorrow's  heavy  hand. 

Holland. 

A  little  learning  is  a  dangerous  thing; 
Drink  deep,  or  taste  not  the  Pierian  spring. 
There  shallow  draughts  intoxicate  the  brain, 
And  drinking  largely  sobers  us  again. 

Pope. 

Canst  thou  not  minister  to  a  mind  diseased; 
Pluck  from  the  memory  a  rooted  sorrow; 
Raze  out  the  written  troubles  of  the  brain; 
And  with  some  sweet,  oblivious  antidote, 
Cleanse  the  stuffed  bosom  of  that  perilous  stuff 
"Which  weighs  upon  the  heart? 

Shakespeare. 

Saving  faith  is  not  an  intellectual  assent  to  a  system  of 
doctrine  superior  to  reason,  but  a  personal  trust  on  God  in 
Christ,  appropriation  of  God's  personal  word  and  promise 
of  redeeming  love. 

Luther. 


278  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Some  faithful  eulogist  may  say, 
He  sought  not  praise,  and  praise  did  overlook 
His  unobtrusive  merit;  but  his  life, 
Sweet  to  himself,  was  exercised  in  good 
That  shall  survive  his  name  and  memory. 

Wordtiicorth. 

When  loss  of  property  and  loss  of  repute  are  come, 
when  the  severance  of  friendships  has  come,  when  the 
future  is  overcast  with  disappointment,  and  hopes  are  shat- 
tered, and  we  know  nothing  of  what  is  to  come  except  sim- 
ply this,  that  we  know  God's  will  must  be  done,  and  try  to 
do  what  is  pleasing  in  His  sight,  and  leave  all  to  Him,  the 
endurance  which  then  reveals  itself  is  the  masterful  power 
of  the  human  will.  Men  trained  in  this  experience  cannot 
be  frightened  nor  disheartened    by  troubles,  however  great. 

li.  S.  Starrs,  JD.lJ. 

Vice  is  a  monster  of  so  frightful  mien, 
As,  to  be  hated,  needs  but  to  be  seen; 
Yet  seen  too  oft,  familiar  with  her  face, 
We  first  endure,  then  pity,  then  embrace. 

Pope. 

In  men  whom  men  pronounce  as  ill, 

I  find  so  much  of  goodness  still; 

In  men  whom  men  pronounce  divine, 

1  find  so  much  of  sin  and  blot; 
I  hesitate  to  draw  the  line 

Between  the  two,  when  God  has  not. 

Joaquin  Miller. 

There  are  points  from  which  we  can  command  our  life, 
When  the  soul  sweeps  the  future  like  a  glass; 
And  coming  things,  full-freighted  with  our  fate, 
Jut  out  dark  on  the  offing  of  the  mind. 

Shelley. 


KEY-XOTES.  279 

Are  there  not  lofty  moments  when  the  soul 
Leaps  to  the  front  of  being-,  casting-  off 
The  robes  and  clumsy  instruments  of  sense. 
And,  pastured  in  its  immortality, 
Reveals  its  independence  of  the  clod 
In  which  it  dwells? 

Holland. 

It  must  be  so;  Plato,  thou  reasonest  well, 

Else  whence  this  pleasing-  hope,  this  fond  desire, 

This  longing-  after  immortality? 

Or  whence  the  secret  dread  and  inward  horror 

Of  falling  into  nought?     Why  shrinks  the  soul 

Back  on  itself,  and  startles  at  destruction? 

'T  is  the  divinity  that  stirs  within  us; 

'T  is  heaven  itself  that  points  out  an  hereafter 

And  intimates  eternity  to  man. 

Addison. 

It  is  success  that  colors  all  in  life; 
Success  makes  fools  admired,  makes  villains  honest; 
All  the  proud  virtue  of  this  vaunting  world 
Fawns  on  success  and  power,  however  acquired. 

Thomson. 

Had  I  miscarried,  I  had  been  a  villain; 
For  men  judge  actions  always  by  events; 
But,  when  we  manage  by  a  just  foresight, 
Success  is  prudence,  and  possession  right. 

Uiggins. 

The  feeling  of  a  direct  responsibility  of  the  individual  to 
God  is  almost  wholly  a  creation  of  Protestantism. 

John  Stuart  Mill. 

The  soul  forgets  nothing,   save  through  its  vices,    worthy 

of  lasting  remembrance. 

A.  Bronson  Alcott. 


280  GOLDEK    GLEAMS. 

Geology  gives  us  a  key  to  the  patience  of  God. 

Holland. 

They  are  poor 
That  have  lost  nothing;  they  are  poorer  far 
Who,  losing,  have  forgotten;  they  most  poor 
Of  all  who  lose  and  wish  they  might  forget. 

Jean  Ingelow. 

On,  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 

To  rise  and  take  His  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth, 

And  not  sometimes  lose  heart. 

He  hides  Himself  so  wondrously, 

As  though  there  was  no  God; 
He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 

Of  ill  are  most  abroad. 

Or  He  deserts  us  in  the  hour, 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost, 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 

Just  when  we  need  Him  most. 

Workman  of  God,  Oh,  lose  not  heart ! 

But  learn  what  God  is  like; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field, 

Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 

And  right  the  day  must  win. 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty; 

To  falter  would  be  sin. 

/Songs  of  Devotion. 

Where  is  the  fiery  furnace  hot  enough   to   burn    despair 

into  our  souls,  so  long  as  we  see  walking  with   us  the  form 

of  one  like  unto  the  Son  of  God? 

Bishop  Huntington. 


KEY-NOTES.  281 

He  walked  attended 
By  a  strong-aiding  champion,  conscience. 

Milton. 

I  sow  see  more  good  and  more  evil  in  all  men  than  here- 
tofore I  did.  I  see  that  good  men  are  not  so  good  as  I 
once  thought  they  were,  and  I  find  that  few  are  so  bad  as 
either  malicious  enemies  or  censorious  separating  professors 
do  imagine. 

Richard  Baxter. 

Tiiex  gently  scan  your  brother  man, 

Still  gentler  sister  woman ; 
Though  they  may  gang  a  kennin'  wrang, 

To  step  aside  is  human. 
One  point  must  still  be  greatly  dark, 

The  moving  why  they  do  it; 
And  just  as  lamely  can  ye  mark 

How  far,  perhaps,  they  rue  it. 

Who  made  the  heart,  't  is  He  alone 

Decidedly  can  try  us; 
He  knows  each  chord — its  various  tone, 

Each  spring — its  various  bias; 
Then  at  the  balance  let's  be  mute, 

We  never  can  adjust  it. 
What's  done  we  partly  may  compute, 

But  know  not  what's  resisted. 

Burns. 

We  on  this  globe  are  like  insects  in  a  garden;  those  who 
live  on  an  oak  seldom  meet  those  who  pass  their  short  lives 
on  an  ash. 

Voltaire. 

I  would  rather  sit  on  a  pumpkin  and  have  it  all  to  my- 
self, than  to  be  crowded  on  a  velvet  cushion. 

Thoreau. 


282  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

We  are  poor,  sill}'  animals;  we  live  for  an  instant  upon  a 
particle  of  a  boundless  universe,  and  are  much  like  a  but- 
terfly that  should  argue  about  the  nature  of  the  seasons, 
and  what  creates  their  vicissitudes,  and  does  not  exist  itself 
to  see  an  annual  revolution  of  them. 

Horace   Wed  pole. 

Unless  we  are  accustomed  to  them  from  early  youth, 
splendid  chambers  and  elegant  furniture  had  best  be  left  to 
people  who  neither  have  nor  can  have  any  thoughts. 

Goethe. 

Foe  my  own  private  satisfaction,  I  had  rather  be  master 
of  my  own  time  than  wear  a  diadem. 

Bishop  Berkeley. 

Can  anything  bo  so  elegant,  as  to  have  few  wants  and 
serve  them  one's  self?  Parched  corn,  and  a  house  with  one 
apartment,  that  I  ma}7  be  free  of  all  perturbations,  that  I 
may  be  serene  and  docile  to  what  the  mind  shall  speak,  and 
girt  and  road-ready  for  the  lowest  mission  of  knowledge  or 
goodness,  is  frugality  for  gods  and  heroes. 

Emerson. 

Beyoxd  the  farthest  glimmering  star 

That  twinkles  in  the  arch  above, 
There  is  a  world  of  truth  and  love 

Which  earth's  vile  passions  never  mar. 
Oh!  could  I  snatch  the  eagle's  plumes 

And  soar  to  that  bright  world  above, 
Which  God's  own  holy  light  illumes 

With  glories  of  eternal  day, 
How  gladly  every  lingering  tie 

That  binds  me  down  to  earth  I'd  sever, 
And  leave  for  that  blest  home  on  high 

This  hollowdiearted  world  forever! 

Geonje  JD.  Prentice. 


KEY-NOTES.  283 

Humility  is  the  base  of  every  virtue, 

And  they  who  dig  the  deepest  build  the  safest. 

God  keeps  all  His  pity  for  the  proud. 

Bailey. 

Teach  me  to  live!     'T  is  easier  far  to  die — 

Gently  and  silently  to  pass  away — 
On  earth's  long  night  to  close  the  heavy  eye, 

To  waken  in  the  realms  of  glorious  day. 

Teach  me  that  painful  lesson,  how  to  live, 
To  serve  Thee  in  the  darkest  paths  of  life; 

Arm  me  for  conflict,  and  fresh  vigor  give, 

And  make  me  more  than  conqueror  in  the  strife. 

Teach  me  to  live  for  self  and  sin  no  more, 

But  use  the  time  remaining  to  me  yet; 
Not  mine  own  pleasure  seeking,  as  before, 

Wasting  no  precious  hours  in  vain  regret. 

Teach  me  to  live!- — no  idler  let  me  be, 

But  in  Thy  service  hand  and  heart  erapl  y; 

Prepared  to  do  Thy  bidding  cheerfully — 
Be  this  my  highest  and  my  holiest  joy. 

Teach  me  to  live! — my  daily  cross  to  bear, 
Xor  murmur  though  I  bend  beneath  its  load; 

Only  be  with  me.     Let  me  feel  Thee  near'; 
Thy  smile  sheds  gladness  on  the  darkest  road. 

Teach  me  to  live! — and  find  my  life  in  Thee, 
Looking  from  earth  and  earthly  things  away; 

Let  me  not  falter,  but  untiringly 

Press  on,  and  gain  new  strength  and  power  each  day. 

Teach  me  to  live! — with  kindly  words  for  all, 
Wearing  no  cold,  repulsive  brow  of  2-loom; 

Waiting,  with  cheerful  patience,  till  Thy  call 
Summons  me  to  my  heavenly  rest  and  home. 

Hymnal. 


284  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  do  not  know  what  I  may  appear  to  the  world,  but  to 
myself  I  seem  to  have  been  only  like  a  boy  playing  on  the 
sea-shore,  and  diverting  myself  in  now  and  then  finding  a 
smoother  pebble  or  a  prettier  shell  than  ordinary,  while  the 
great  ocean  of  truth  lay  all  undiscovered  before  me. 

Newton. 


XXVII. 
MEMORY   GEMS. 

Fkom  childhood's  hour  I  have  not  been 
As  others  were;    I  have  not  seen 
As  others  saw;    I  could  not  bring 
My  passions  from  a  common  spring. 
From  the  same  source  I  have  not  taken 
My  sorrow;    I  could  not  awaken 
My  heart  to  joy  at  the  same  tone; 
And  all  I  loved,  I  loved  alone. 
Then,  in  my  childhood — in  the  dawn 
Of  a  most  stormy  life — was  drawn, 
From  ev'ry  depth  of  good  and  ill, 
The  mystery  which  binds  me  still; 
From  the  torrent,  or  the  fountain, 
From  the  red  cliff  of  the  mountain, 
From  the  sun  that  'round  me  roll'd 
In  its  autumn  tint  of  gold; 
From  the  lightning  in  the  sky 
As  it  pass'd  me  flying  by — 
From  the  thunder  and  the  storm; 
And  the  cloud  that  took  the  form, 
When  the  rest  of  heaven  was  blue, 
Of  a  demon  in  my  view. 

Edgar  A.  Poe. 


MEMOKY    GEMS.  285 

We  will  revive  those  times,  and  in  our  memories  pre- 
serve and  still  keep  fresh,  like  flowers  in  water,  those  hap- 
pier days. 

Richter. 

Who  art  thou,  shadowy  passer-by? 

I  feel  I  know  thee  well, 
But  because  thou  art  shadow,  cloud, 
With  neither  sex  nor  age  avowed, 

Thy  name  I  cannot  tell. 
Who  art  thou,  ghostly  passer-by? 
"On  earth  thy  mother — I." 

And  thou,  whose  fluttering  wing  droops  low 

And  faintly  beats  the  air, 
Whose  eyes  are  wet  with  tender  tears, 
And  dimmed  with  memories  of  past  years; 

Who  art  thou?     Speak  and  spare. 
"Thy  sister,  then,  dost  thou  not  know? 
Surely  the  dead  forgotten  go." 

Another  follows;  who  art  thou, 

So  meek  and  mild  of  mien? 
"Thv  daughter  once,  thy  angel  now, 
I  think  of  thee  as  low  I  bow 

The  shining  ranks  between. 
I  watch  thee  still" — Now  heaven  be  kind 
And  make  my  guardian  angel  blind. 

And  thou?     "Recall  thy  early  love, 

For  1  am  she."     And  thou? 
"The  shadow  of  a  soul  am  I, 
The  ghost  of  thine  own  heart;  the  cry 

Of  conscience,  visible,  who  now 
Stand  ready  to  accuse  in  sight 

Of  heaven." 
Hide  me,  profoundest  night! 

Victor  Hugo. 


286  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  are  recollections  as  pleasant  as  they  are  sacred 
and  eternal.  There  are  words  and  faces  and  places  that 
never  lose  their  hold  upon  the  heart.  They  may  be  words 
that  we  seldom  hear  amid  the  whirl  of  life;  faces  that  we 
may  never  see  on  earth  again;  places  that  we  are  but  sel- 
dom permitted  to  re-visit;  but  they  were  once  the  scenes, 
the  associates,  the  joy  of  our  life;  they  had  a  controlling 
inflnence  in  training  our  aspirations  and  in  shaping  our  des- 
tinies, and  they  can  never  be  wholly  forgotten.  The  flight 
of  years  cannot  sully  their  innocence,  nor  diminish  their  in- 
terest, and  eternity  will  preserve  them  among  the  dearest 
reminiscences  of  earth.  We  may  meet  and  love  other 
faces,  we  may  treasure  other  words,  we  may  have  other  joys, 
we  may  mingle  in  other  scenes  and  form  other  associations, 
but  these  old  familiar  faces,  and  these  dear  old  familiar 
scenes,  remain  invested  with  a  fadeless  beauty,  sacred  in 
their  exemption  from  oblivion  and  decay. 

Our  youthful  troubles  and  their  sources  are  soon  forgot- 
ten, but  the  objects  of  beauty  which  gladden  the  early 
life  never  cease  to  yield  us  delight.  They  become  the  stars 
in  the  firmament  of  youth,  lighting  up  the  pathway  of  the 
past,  and  when  in  later  years  the  night  of  sorrow  gathers 
round  the  soul,  memory,  like  the  astronomer's  tube,  pierc- 
ing the  surrounding  gloom,  sweeps  that  distant  sky,  and  re- 
veals those  stars  still  shining  with  undiminished  lustre. 
The  heart  renews  its  youth,  and  the  whole  man  is  cheered 
and  invigorated  by  the  contemplation  of  those  things  of 
beauty  that  were  the  delight  of  earlier  days. 

Henry  A.    Walker. 

Fair  are  the  flowers  and  the  children,  but  their  subtle  sug- 
gestion is  fairer; 

Rare  is  the  rose-burst  of  dawn,  but  the  secret  that  clasps  it 
is  rarer; 

Sweet  the  exultance  of  song,  but  the  strain  that  precedes 
it  is  sweeter; 


MEMORY    GEMS.  287 

And  never  was  poem  yet  writ,  but  the  meaning  outmastered 
the  metre. 

Never  a  daisy  that  grows,  but  a  mystery  guideth  the  growing; 

Never  a  river  that  flows,  but  a  majesty  sceptres  the  flowing; 

Never  a  Shakespeare  that  soared,  but  a  stronger  than  he 
did  enfold  him; 

Nor  ever  a  prophet  foretells,  but  a  mightier  seer  hath  fore- 
told him. 

Back   of  the    canvas  that  throbs,  the   painter  is  hinted  and 

hidden; 
Into  the   statue  that   breathes,  the   soul  of    the   sculptor  is 

bidden; 
Under  the  joy  that  is  felt,  lie  the  infinite  issues  of   feeling; 
Crowning   the   glory  revealed,  is  the  glory  that  crowns  the 

revealing. 

Great  are  the  symbols  of  being,  but  that  which  is  symboled 

is  greater; 
Vast   the  create   and  beheld,  but  vaster  the  inward  creator. 
Back   of  the    sound    broods    the    silence,  back    of  the  gift 

stands  the  giving; 
Back  of  the  hand  that  receives,  thrill  the    sensitive  nerves 

of  receiving. 

Space  is  as  nothing  to  spirit,  the  deed  is  outdone  by  the  doing; 
The   heart  of  the   wooer  is  warm,  but   warmer  the  heart  of 

the  wooing. 
A.nd  up  from  the  pits  where  these  shiver,  and  up  from  the 

heights  where  those  shine, 
Twin   voices   and  shadows  swim   starward,  and  the  essence 

of  life  is  divine. 

Richard  Realf. 

Memory  seizes  the  passing  moment,  fixes  it  upon  the 
canvas,  and  hangs  the  picture  on  the  soul's  inner  chambers, 
for  her  to  look  upon  when  she  will. 

Haven. 


288  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

On,  thou  to-morrow  !      Mystery  ! 
Oh,  day  that  ever  runs  before  ! 
What  has  thy  hidden  hand  in  store 
For  mine,  to-morrow,  and  for  me? 
Oh,  thou  to-morrow  !     What  hast  thou 
In  store  to  make  me  bear  the  now? 

Oh,  day  in  which  we  shall  forget 
The  tangled  troubles  of  to-day  ! 
Oh,  day  that  laughs  at  duns,  at  debts! 
Oh,  day  of  promises  to  pay  ! 
Oh,  shelter  from  all  present  stortn  ! 
Oh,  day  in  which  we  shall  reform. 

Oh,  safest,  best  day  for  reform  ! 
Convenient  day  of  promises  ! 
Hold  back  the  shadow  of  the  storm, 
Oh,  blest  to-morrow  !     Chiefest  friend, 
Let  not  thy  mystery  be  less 
But  lead  us  blindfolded  to  the  end! 

Joaquin  Miller. 

I  know  not  of  the  dark  or  bright 

Shall  be  my  lot; 
If  that  wherein  my  hopes  delight, 

Be  best  or  not. 

It  may  be  mine  to  drag  for  years 

Toil's  heavy  chain; 
Or  day  and  night,  my  meat  be  tears, 

On  bed  of  pain. 

Dear  faces  may  surround  my  hearth 

With  smile  and  glee, 
Or  1  may  dwell  alone,  and  mirth 

Be  strange  to  me. 

My  bark  is  wafted  to  the  strand 
Bv  breath  divine1, 


MEMOKY    GEMS.  289 

And  on  the  helm  there  rests  a  Hand 
Other  than  mine. 

One  who  has  known  to  sail 

I  have  on  board; 
Above  the  raging  of  the  gale 

I  hear  my  Lord. 

He  holds  me;   when  the  billows  smite 

I  shall  not  fall; 
If  sharp,  't  is  short;  if  long,  't  is  light; 

He  tempers  all. 

Safe  to  the  land,  safe  to  the  land! 

The  end  is  this; 
And  then  with  Him  go  hand  in  hand, 

Far  into  bliss. 

Dean  Alford. 

When  Goethe's  death  was  told,  we  said: 

Sunk,  then,  is  Europe's  sagest  head; 

Physician  of  the  iron  age, 

Goethe  has  done  his  pilgrimage, 

He  took  the  suffering,  human  race, 

He  read  each  wound,  each  weakness  clear; 

And  struck  his  finger  on  the  place, 

And  said  :  Thou  ailest  here,  and  here  ! 

He  looked  on  Europe's  dying  hour 

Of  fitful  dream  and  feverish  power; 

His  eye  plunged  down  the  weltering  strife, 

The  turmoil  of  expiring  life — 

He  said:     The  end  is  everywhere; 

Art  still  has  truth,  take  refuge  there  I 

And  he  was  happy,  if  to  know 

Causes  of  things,  and  far  below 

His  feet  to  see  the  lurid  flow 

Of  terror,  and  insane  distress, 

And  headlong  fate,  be  happiness. 

Matthew  Arnold. 
19 


290  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Plan  not,  nor  scheme,  but  calmly  wait; 

His  choice  is  best, 
While  blind  and  erring  is  thy  sight; 

His  -wisdom  sees  and  judges  right; 
So  trust  and  rest. 

Strive  not,  nor  struggle;  thy  poor  might 

Can  never  wrest 
The  meanest  thing  to  serve  thy  will; 

All  power  is  His  alone;  be  still, 
And  trust  and  wait. 

What  dost  thou  fear?     His  wisdom  reigns 

Supreme,  confessed; 
His  power  is  infinite;  His  love 

Thy  deepest,  fond-st  dreams  above; 
So  trust  and  rest. 

Macduff. 

An!  when  will  all  be  ended?     If  the  dead 

Have  unto  them  some  little  memory  left 

Oi   tilings  that,  while  they  lived,  fate  from  them  reft, 

Ere  life  itself  was  reft  them  at  last, 

Yet  would  to  God  these  days  at  least  were  past, 

And  all  be  done  that  here  must  needs  be  done. 

Ah!  shall  I,  living  underneath  the  sun, 

I  wonder,  wish  for  any  tiling  again, 

Or  ever  know  what  pleasure  means,  and  pain? 

William  Morris. 

There  is  a  time,  we  know  not  when, 

A  point,  we  know  not  where, 
That  marks  the  destiny  of  men, 

To  glory  or  despair. 

There  is  a  line,  by  us  unseen, 

That  crosses  every  path  ; 
The  hidden  boundary  between 

God's  patience  and  his  wrath. 


MEMORY    GEMS.  291 

To  pass  that  limit  is  to  die — 

To  die  as  if  by  stealth  ; 
It  does  not  quench  the  beaming  eye, 

Nor  pale  the  glow  of  health. 

The  conscience  may  be  still  at  ease, 

The  spirits  light  and  gay; 
That  which  pleases  still  may  please, 

And  care  be  thrust  away  ; 

But  on  that  forehead  God  has  set 

Indelibly  a  mark, 
Unseen  by  man,  for  man  as  yet 

Is  blind,  and  in  the  dark. 

Indeed,  the  doomed  one's  path  below 

May  bloom  as  Eden  bloomed  ; 
He  did  not,  does  not,  will  not  know 

Or  feel  that  he  is  doomed. 

He  feels  perchance,  that  all  is  well, 

And  every  fear  is  calmed  ; 
He  lives,  h<J  dies,  he  wakes  in   hell, 

Not  only  doomed,  but  damned  1 

Oh  !  where  is  that  mysterious  bourne 

By  which  our  path   is  crossed, 
Beyond  which,  God  himself  hath  sworn 

That  he  who  goes,  is  lost? 

How  long  may  we  go  on  in  sin? 

How  long  will  God  forbear? 
Where  does  hope  end,  and  where  begin 

The  confines  of  despair? 

An  answer  from  the  skies  is  sent: 

Ye  who  from  God  depart, 
While  it  is  called  to-day,  repent, 

And  harden  not  your  heart  ! 

Attributed  to  Addison  Alexander,  D.D. 


292  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  a  fine   passage    in   Sir    Henry  Taylor's  "Philip 

van  Arteveide,"  in  which  Van  Ryk  says   to  the  hero  of  the 

drama — 

"If  you  mark,  my  lord, 

Mostly  a  rumor  of  such  things  precedes 
The  certain  tidings." 
And  Philip  musingly  answers — 

"It  is  strange,  yet  true, 
That  doubtful  knowledge  travels  with  a  speed 
Miraculous,  which  certain  cannot  match. 
I  know  not  why,  when  this  or  that  has  chanced, 
The  smoke  outruns  the  flash,  but  so  it  is." 

Justin  Jlc  CartJiy. 

Give  thy  thoughts  no  tongue, 
Nor  any  unproportioned  thought  his  act; 
lie  thou  familiar,  but  by  no  means  vulgar; 
The  friends  thou  hast,  and  their  adoption  tried, 
Grapple  them  to  thy  soul  with  hooks  of  steel; 
But  do  not  dud  thy  palm  with  entertainment 
Of  each  new-hatch'd,  unfledged  comrade.     Beware 
Of  entrance  to  a  quarrel;  but,  being  in, 
Bear  't  that  the  opposer  may  beware  of  thee. 
Give  every  man  thine  ear,  but  few  thy  voice; 
Take  each  man's  censure,  but  reserve  thy  judgment. 
Costly  thy  habit  as  thy  purse  can  buy, 
But  not  expressed  in  fancy;  rich,  not  gaudy, 
For  the  apparel  oft  proclaims  the  man. 

******* 

Neither  a  borrower,  nor  a  lender  be, 
For  loan  oft  loses  both  itself  and  friend, 
And  borrowing  dulls  the  edge  of  husbandry. 
This  above  all — to  thine  own  self  be  true; 
And  it  must  follow,  as  the  night  the  day, 
Thou  canst  not  then  be  false  to  any  man; 
Farewell!    my  blessing  season  this  in  thee. 

Polonius  to  Laertes. 


MEMORY    GEMS.  293 

How  many  times,  as  through  the  rooms  I  hasten, 

Without  a  thought  of  other  days  at  all, 
I  iift  my  eyes,  and  straightway  I  am  standing 

Before  her  picture,  hanging  on  the  wall. 

Almost  it  seems  her  pleasant  voice  is  calling, 
And  I  am  going  to  answer,  "Yes,  I  hear; 

All  earthly  sounds  snail  be  to  me  as  silence, 
If  you  will  speak,  O  mother,  mother  dear! " 

Xo  answer  comes!  I  hush  my  breath  to  listen, 
But  still  the  eyes,  with  patient,  steadfast  gaze, 

Look  into  mine;  they  pierce  through  flesh  and  spirit; 
I  bow  my  head  and  blush  beneath  their  rays. 

For  she  is  wise  with  wisdom  that  appalls  me; 

The  solemn  secrets  of  the  grave  she  knows; 
And  high  o'er  me,  by  God's  own  hand  uplifted, 

Through  wondrous  ways  of  His  own  heaven,  she  goes. 

B  vond  all  change,  and  safe  from  time's  mutation, 
Anil  grieved  no  more  by  earth's  forlorn  complaints, 

Thou  pictured  face!  dim  semblance  of  my  mother! 
How  dost  thou  look  among  the  crowned  saints? 

So  far!  so  far!     Once  if  I  faintly  called  you, 

Or  laughed,  or  wept,  you  were  so  quick  to  know; 

Ail  else  might  fail,  my  mother's  love  was  certain; 
Now,  dying,  e'en  your  touch  I  must  forego. 

Thou  there,  I  here,  and  I  know  not  what  spaces 
Beyond  the  grave's  green  width  divide  us  two, 

Nor  of  the  times,  uncounted  and  unmeasured, 
That  must  go  o'er  me  ere  I  look  on  you. 

But  I  shall  find  you!   I  am  coming,  mother! 

Sometime,  somewhere,  when  His  great  will  is  done, 
And  I  am  fit  to  stand  once  more  beside  you, 

To  your  high  place  T  shall  have  leave  to  come. 

Ellen  M.   H.  Gates. 


294  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

A  man's  value  and  progress  in  this  life  must  be  meas- 
ured, not  by  what  he  gets  outwardly,  but  by  what  he  gains 
inwardly.  The  beauty  of  a  rose  lies  not  in  its  encasements, 
but  in  the  delicacy  of  its  leaf-tinting  and  the  delicious 
sweetness  which  rises  out  of  its  blushing  bosom.  So  with 
man.  It  is  the  color  and  fragrance  of  his  nature  within,  it 
is  the  richness  of  his  inward  experience,  and  not  the  grand- 
eur and  quality  of  his  surroundings,  which  constitute  his 
real  glory  and  charm. 

Rev.    W.  H.  II.  Murray. 

If  there  be   memory  in  the    world  to  come, 

If  thought  recur  to  some  things  silenced  here, 
Then  shall  the  deep  heart  be  no  longer  dumb, 

But  find  expression  in  that  happier  sphere; 
It  shall  not  be  denied  the  utmost  sum 

Of  love  to  speak  without  or  fault  or  fear, 
But  utter  to  the  harp,  with  changes  sweet, 

Words  that,  forbidden  still,  then  heaven  were  incomplete. 

Jean  Ingelow. 

At  the  end  of  life  a  man  finds  himself  rich,  not  so  much 
by  his  fortunes  as  by  his  misfortunes.  The  Persians  had  a 
vase  of  glass  which  when  empty  was  colorless,  but  when 
filled  with  wine,  flashed  forth  many  rare  pictures.  So  a 
bosom  empty  of  a  heart  of  pain  makes  a  lustreless  life;  but 
a  bosom  in  which  a  heart  bleeds  reveals  hidden  virtues. 

Theodore  Tilton. 

How  much  so  ever  in  this  life's  mutations 
We  seek  our  shattered  idols  to  replace, 

Not  one  in  all  the  myriads  of  the  nations 
Can  ever  fill  another's  vacant  place. 

Each  has  its  own,  the  smallest  and  most  humble, 
As  well  as  he,  revered  the  wide  world  through; 

With  every  death  some  love  and  hope  must  crumble, 
Which  strive  to  build  themselves  anew. 


BARE    BRILLIANTS.  295 

If  the  fair  face  of  violets  should  perish 
Before  another  spring-time  had  its  birth, 

Could  all  the  costly  blooms  which  florists  cherish 
Bring  back  its  April  beauty  to  the  earth? 

Not  the  most  gorgeous  flower  that  uncloses 
Could  give  the  olden  grace  to  vale  and  plain, 

Not  even  Persia's  gardens  full  of  roses, 
Could  ever  make  the  world  so  fair  again. 

And  so  with  souls  we  love;  they  pass  and  leave  us — 

Time  teaches  patience  at  a  bitter  cost; 
5Tet  all  the  new  loves,  which  the  years  may  give  us, 

Fill  not  the  heart-place  aching  for  the  lost. 


XXVIII. 
RARE  BRILLIANTS. 

The  life  is  measured  by  the  soul's  advance. 


Life  has  been  awfully  injured  when  it  looks    only    back. 

David  Swing. 

Oft  in  my  way  have  I  stood    still,  though    but    a    casual 
passenger,  so  much  I  felt  the  awfulness  of  life. 

Wordsworth. 

The  line  of  life  is  a  ragged  diagonal  between  duty  and 

desire. 

W.  R.  Alger. 

Youth  should  be  a  saving's  bank. 

Madame  Sv:etchine. 


296  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Life,  whether  in  this  world  or  any  other,  is  the  sum  of 
our  attainment,  our  experience,  our  character.  The  condi- 
tions are  secondary.  In  what  other  world  shall  we  be  more 
surely  than  we  are  here. 

Chapin. 

Life  is  a  dream,  and  death  an  awakening. 

Beaumelle. 

Life's  evening  will  take  its  character  from  the  day  which 
has  preceded  it. 

Bishop  Shuttleworth. 

A  vert  little  part  of  our  life  is  so  vacant  from  uneasi- 
ness as  to  leave  us  free  to  the  attraction  of  remoter  good. 

Locke. 

Nothing  can  be  so  sad  as  confinement  for  life,  nor  so 
sweet,  please  your  honor,  as  liberty. 

Sterne. 

Life,  like  a  dome  of  many-colored  glass, 
Stains  the  white  radiance  of  eternity. 

Shelley. 

A  wide,  rich  heaven  hangs  above  you,  but  it  hangs  high; 
a  wide,  rough  world  is  around  you,  and  it  lies  very  low. 

Donald  J.  Mitchell. 

Life,  like  the  waters  of  the  seas,  freshens  only  when  it 
ascends  towards  heaven. 

Hi  elder. 

The  woof  of  life  is  dark,  but  it  is  shot  with  a  warp  of 
gold. 

F.   W.  Robertson. 

While  we  are  reasoning  concerning  life,  life  is  gone. 

Hume. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  297 

Life  is  a  crucible.  We  are  thrown  into  it,  and  tried. 
The  actual  weight  and  value  of  a  man  are  expressed  in  the 
spiritual  substance  of  the  man.     All  else  is  dross. 

Chapin. 

Life  went  a-maying  with  nature,  hope  and  poesy,  when  I 
was  young. 

Coleridge. 

Plunge  boldly  into  the  thick  of  life!  Each  lives  it. 
Not  to  many  is  it  known;  and  seize  it  where  you  will,  it  is 
interesting. 

Goethe. 

Inspect  the  neighborhood  of  thy  life;  every  shelf,  every 
nook  of  thy  abode;  and,  nestling  in,  quarter  thyself  in  the 
farthest  and  most  domestic  winding  of  thy  snail-house. 

Richter. 

Man  carries  under  his  hat  a  private  theater,  wherein  a 
greater  drama  is  acted  than  is  ever  performed  on  the  mimic 
stage,  beginning  and  ending  in  eternity. 

Carlyle. 

"VYe  paint  our  lives  in  fresco.  The  soft  and  fusile  plaster 
of  the  moment  hardens  under  every  stroke  of  the  brush 
into  eternal  rock. 

Sterling. 

All  die  who  have  lived;  all  have  not  lived  who  died. 

Zimmerman. 

There  are  some  men  formed  with  feelings  so  blunt  that 
they  can  hardly  be  said  to  be  awake  during  the  whole 
course  of  their  lives. 

Burke. 

The  truest  end  of  life  is  to  know  the  life  that  never  ends. 

'William  Penn. 


298  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

O  that  I  less  could  fear  to  lose  this  being,  which,  like  a 
snow-ball  in  my  coward  hand,  the  more  it's  grasped  the 
faster  melts  away! 

Dryden. 

God  proves  us  in  this  life,  that  he  may  the  more  plente- 
ously  reward  us  in  the  next. 

Wake. 

Life  appears  to  me  too  short  to  be  spent  in  nursing  ani- 
mosity or  registering  wrongs.  We  are,  and  must  be,  one 
and  all,  burdened  with  faults  in  this  world,  but  the  time 
will  come  when,  I  trust,  we  shall  put  them  off  in  putting 
off  our  corruptible  bodies;  when  debasement  and  sin  will 
fall  from  us  with  this  cumbrous  frame  of  flesh.  *  *  * 
It  is  a  creed  in  which  I  delight,  to  which  I  cling.  It  makes 
eternity  a  rest,  a  home — not  a  terror  and  an  abyss.  With 
this  creed,  revenge  never  worries  my  heart,  degradation 
never  too  deeply  disgusts  me,  injustice  never  crushes  me 
too  low;  I  live  in  calm,  looking  to  the  end. 

Charlotte  Bronte. 

All  common  things,  each  day's  events, 
That  with  the  hour  begin  and  end, 

Our  pleasures  and  our  discontents, 

Are  rounds  by  which  we  may  ascend. 

Longfellow. 

It  is  impossible    for  that   man  to  despair  who  remembers 

that  his  Helper  is  omnipotent. 

Jeremy   Taylor. 

No  story  is  the  same  to  us  after  the  lapse  of  time;  or 
rather,  we  who  read  it  are  no  longer  the  same  interpreters. 

George  Eliot. 

Solicitude  is  the  audience-chamber  of  God. 

Z,andor. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  299 

Better  to  mourn  a  blossom  snatched  away 
Before  it  reached  perfection,  than  behold, 
With  dry,  unhappy  eyes,  day  after  day, 
The  fresh  bloom  fade  and  the  fair  leaf  decay. 
Better  to  lose  the  dream  with  all  its  gold, 
Than  keep  it  till  it  changes  to  dull  gray. 

Ella    Wheeler. 

When  a  man  feels  the  reprehension  of  a  friend  seconded 
by  his  own  heart,  he  is  easily  heated  into  resentment. 

/Samuel  Johnson. 

Every  man  who  lives  in  the  habitual  practice  of  any  vol- 
untary sin,  cuts  himself  off  from  Christianity. 

Addison. 

Teach  self-denial  and  make  its  practice  pleasurable, 
and  you  create  for  the  world  a  destiny  more  sublime  than  ever 
issued  from  the  brain  of  the  wildest  dreamer. 

Walter  Scott. 

Division  is  never  so  agonizing  as  when  it  pounces  on 
the  wanderings  of  misguided  sensibility. 

Lord  Jeffrey. 

It  is  the  special  privilege  of  truth  always  to  grow  on 
candid  minds. 

Scrivener. 

Praise  undeserved  is  satire  in  disguise. 

Broadhurst. 

Little  things  console  us  because  little  things  afflict  us. 

Pascal. 

Manners  are  the  ornament  of  action. 

Samuel  Smiles. 

Guilt  is  a  spiritual  Rubicon. 

Jane  Porter. 


300  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Nothing  is  so  hard  but  search  will  find  it  out. 

Herrick. 

True  joy  is  only  hope  put  out  of  fear. 

Lord  Brooke. 

If  integrity  were    made    the    pride  of  the   government, 
the  love  of  it  would  soon  spring  up  among  the  people. 

David  Swing. 

Courage  is  boldness  built  of  moral  timber. 


As  in  the  fable,  the  wolf  preached  against  sheep-stealing, 
so  very  many  hunt  down  those  sins  in  others  which  they 
shelter  in  themselves. 

Spurgeon. 

When  a  woman  hath  ceased  to  be  quite   the  same  to  us 

it  matters  little  how  different  she  becomes. 

L an  dor. 

Maxims  are  the  condensed  good  sense  of  nations. 

Sir  J.  Mackiyitosft 

A  crowd  always  thinks  with  its  sympathy,  never  with 
its  reason. 

W.  E.  Alger. 

When  you  find  your  antagonist  beginning  to  grow  warm, 
put  an  end  to  the  dispute  by  some  genteel  badinage. 

Chesterfield. 

Conversation  is  the  music  of  the  mind;  an  intellectual 
orchestra,  where  all  the  instruments  should  bear  apart,  but 
where  none  should  play  together. 

Colton. 
When   truth,  in  its   forward    flow,   joins   beauty,  the  two 
rivers  make  a  new  flood  called  "  Letters." 

Dae  id  Sic  in  a. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  oOl 

There  is  not  a  moment  without  some  duty. 

Cicero. 

Desertion  of  a  calumniated  friend  is  an  immoral  action. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

Creditors  have  better  memories  than  debtors;  and  cred- 
itors are  a  superstitious  sect — great  observers  of  set  days 
and  times. 

Franklin. 

I  have  lived  long  enough  to  know  what  I  did  not  at  one 
time  believe — that  no  society  can  be  upheld  in  happiness 
and  honor  without  the  sentiment  of  religion. 

Laplace. 

A  body  may  as  well  lay  too  little,  as  too  much,  stress 
upon  dreams,  but  the  less  we  heed  them  the  better. 

LPEstrange. 

Nature  has  caprices  which  art  cannot  imitate. 

Macaulay. 

He  who  proposes  to  be  an  author  should  first  be  a  stu- 
dent. 

Dryden. 

Raw  and  injudicious  writers  propose  one  thing  for  their 
subject,  and  run  off  to  another. 

Felton. 

Ten  censure  wrong  for  one  who  writes  amiss. 

Pope. 

We  are  only  vulnerable  and  ridiculous  through  our  pre- 
tensions. 

Madame  de  Girardin. 

He  who  gives  himself  airs  of  importance,  exhibits  the 
credentials  of  impotence. 

Lavater. 


302  GULDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  but  one  book  for  genius — nature. 

Madame  Delusy. 

Romance  is  the  poetry  of  literature. 

Ma  da  m  e  Ne  cker. 

If  men  are  so  wicked  with  religion,  what  would  they  be 
without   it? 

Franklin. 

This  country  is  not  priest-ridden,  but  press-ridden. 

Longfellow. 

The  press  is  the  foe  of  rhetoric,  but  the  friend  of  reason. 

Colton. 

The  productions  of  the  press,  fast  as  steam  can  make 
and  cany  them,  go  abroad  through  the  land,  silent  as  snow- 
flakes,  but  potent  as  thunder. 

Chap  in. 

What  gunpowder  did  for  war,  the  printing-press  has  done 
for  the  mind  ;  and  the  statesman  is  no  longer  clad  in  the 
steel  of  special  education,  but  every  reading  man  is  his 
judge. 

Wendell  PJu'llijis. 

The  Reformation  was  cradled  in  the  printing-press,  and 
established  by  no  other  instrument. 

Agnes  Strickland. 

The  invention  of  printing  added  a  new  element  of 
power  to  t.'.e  race.  From  that  hour,  weapons,  forged  in  the 
mind,  keen-edged  and  brighter  than  the  sunbeam,  were  to 
supplant  the  sword  and  the  battle-axe. 

Whipple. 

Four  hostile  newspapers  are  more  to  be  feared  than  a 
thousand  bayonets. 

Napoleon. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  303 

What  we  need  most  is  not  so  much  to  realize   the  ideal 
as  to  idealize  the  real. 

F.  H.  Hedge. 

Though  I  am  always  in  haste  I  am  never  in  a  hurry. 

John  Wesley. 

Seek  not  to  know 

What  pleaseth  Heaven  to  hide; 

Dark  is  the  abyss  of  time, 

But  light  enough  to  guide  our  souls  is  given; 
Whatever  weal  or  woe  betide, 
Turn  never  from  the  path  of  truth  aside, 

And  leave  the  event,  in  holy  hope,  to  Heaven. 


As  in  this  life  we  woke  into  consciousness  in  the  arms  of 
loving  friends,  so  we  may  venture  to  hope  our  next  waking 
will  be  bosomed  by  that  eternal  love  which  provided  this 
shelter  for  us  here. 

F.  H.  Hedge. 

I  kxew  a  very  wise  man  that  believed  that  if  a  man  were 
permitted  to  make  all  the  ballads,  he  need  not  care  who 
should  make  the  laws  of  a  nation. 

Fletcher. 

Force  yourself  to  reflect  on  what  you  read,  paragraph 
by  paragraph. 

Coleridge. 

Talk  often,  but  not  long.  The  talent  of  haranguing  in 
private  company  is  insupportable. 

Bishop  Home. 

They  were  young  and  inexperienced;  and  when  will 
young  and  inexperienced  men  learn  caution  and  distrust 
of  themselves? 

Burke. 


304  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

By  all  human  laws,  as  well  as  divine,  self-murder  has 
ever  been  agreed  on  as  the  greatest  crime. 

Sir  W.  Temple. 

Men  are  apt  to  prefer  a  prosperous  error  to  an  afflicted 
truth. 

Jeremy  Taylor. 

All  of  us  who  are  worth  anything  spend  our  manhood  in 
unlearning  the  follies  or  expiating  the  mistakes  of  our 
youth. 

SlwVey. 

The  having  turned  many  to  righteousness  shall  confer  a 
starlike  and  immortal  brightness. 

Boyle. 

A    ltttle    bitter  mingled  in  our  cup  leaves  no  relish  of 

the  sweet. 

Locke. 

In  the  loss  of  an  object  we  do  not  proportion  our  grief 
to  its  real  value,  but  to  the  'Talue  our  fancies  set  upon  it. 

Raleigh. 

Enthusiasts  soon  understand  each  other. 

Irving. 

Enthusiasm  is  that  temper  of  mind  in  which  the  imagi- 
lation  has  got  the  better  of  the  judgment. 

TVarburton. 

The  truly  brave  are  soft  of  heart  and  eyes. 

Byron. 

Nothing  is  so  contagious  as  enthusiasm;  it  is  the  real 
allegory  of  the  lute  of  Orpheus;  it  moves  stones;  it  charms 
brutes.  Enthusiasm  is  the  genius  of  sincerity,  and  truth 
accomplishes  no  victories  without  it. 

Bulwer  Lytton. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  305 

Every  great  and  commanding  movement  in  the  annals 
of  the  world  is  the  triumph  of  enthusiasm. 

Emerson. 

Custom  will  often  blind  one  to  the  good  as  well  as  to  the 
evil  effects  of  any  long-established  system. 

Whately. 

There  is  a  respect  due  to  mankind  which  should  incline 
even  the  wisest  of  men  to  follow  innocent  customs. 

Watts. 

What  we  call  our  despair  is  often  only  the  painful  eager- 
ness of  unfed  hope. 

George  Eliot. 

Mark  this  well,  ye  proud  men  of  action!  Ye  are,  after 
all,  nothing  but  unconscious  instruments  of  the  man  of 
thought. 

Heinrich  Heine. 

Character  is  the  diamond  that  scratches  every  other 
stone. 

Bartol. 

I  always  think  the  flowers  can  see  us  and  know  what  we 
are  thinking  about. 

George  Eliot. 

Nothing  makes  the  earth  seem  so  spacious  as  to  have 
friends  at  a  distance;  they  make  the  latitudes  and  longi- 
tudes. 

Thoreau. 

The  best  preparation  for  the  future  is  the  present  well 
seen  to,  the  last  duty  done. 

George  McDonald. 

False  modesty  is  the  last  refinement  of  vanity. 

Bruytre. 
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306  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Nothing  has  ever  remained  of  any  revolution  but  what 
was  ripe  in  the  conscience  of  the  masses. 

Iiollhi. 

Earnest  men  never  think  in  vain,  though  their  thoughts 
may  be  errors. 

Bulwer  Lytton, 

I  consider  the  temperance  cause  the  foundation  of  all 
social  and  political  reform. 

Cobden. 

Temperance  puts  wood  on  the  fire,  meal   in    the    barrel, 

flour  in  the  tub,  money  in  the  purse,  credit  in  the    country, 

contentment  in  the  house,  clothes  on  the  back,  and  vigor  in 

the  body. 

Franklin. 

Virtue  dwells  at  the  head  of  a  river,  to  which  we  cannot 
get  but  by  rowing  against  the  stream. 

Felt  ham. 

Be  broad  and  tolerant;  all  wisdom  is  not  in  your  brain; 
exploded  errors  have  had  tiieir  dogmatists.  J3u  a  follower 
of  the  Golden  Rule;  it  is  not  only  the  highest  morality,  but 
is  a  fruitful  source  of  true  politeness,  and  is  withal  but  sim- 
ple justice. 

J.  Jj.  0' 'Connor. 

The  fortunate  circumstances  of  our  lives  are  generally 
found  at  last  to  be  of  our  own  producing. 

Goldsmith. 

Application  is  the  price  to  be  paid  for  mental  acquisi- 
tion.     To  have  the  harvest  we  must  sow  the  seed. 

Bailey. 

Agitation  is  the  marshalling  of  the  conscience  of  a  na- 
'"'on,  to  mold  its  laws. 

Sir  Robert  Peel. 


KAEE    BRILLIANTS.  307 

What  is  true  of  the  individual  is  true  of  the  whole  com- 
munity; and  no  wide-spread  or  permanent  improvement  of 
society  can  be  expected  until  Total  Abstinence  becomes 
the  accepted  faith  of  the  millions. 

J.  D.  O'Connor. 

Agitation  is  the  method  that  plants  the  school  by  the 
side  of  the  ballot-box. 

Wendell  Phillips. 

All  bow  to  virtue,  and  then  walk  away. 

De  Finod. 

Experience  is  the  extract  of  suffering. 

Arthur  Helps. 

No  one  is  a  hero  to  his  valet. 

Madame  de  Seoigne'. 

In  the  ardor  oi  pursuit,  men  soon  forget  the  goal  from 
which  they  start. 

Schiller. 

The  saddest  thing  under  the  sky,  is  a  soul  incapable  of 
sadness. 

Countess  de  Gasparin. 

What  women  would  do  if  they  could  not  cry,  nobody 
knows  !     What  poor,  defenseless  creatures  they  would  be  ! 

Douglas  Jerrold. 

Learn  to  say  no  !  and  it  will  be  of  more  use  to  you  than 

to  be  able   to  read  Latin. 

Spurgeon. 

All  that  is  human  must  retrograde,  if  it  do  not  advance. 

Gibbon. 

Silence  is  the  sanctuary  of  prudence. 

Dalthasar  Gracian. 


308  GOLDEN    GLEA3IS. 

The  impromptu  reply  is  precisely  the  touchstone  of  the 
man  of  wit. 

Moliere. 

Trifles  make  perfection,  but  perfection  is  no  trifle. 

Michael  Angelo. 

The  smallest  children  are  nearest  to  God,  as  the  smallest 
planets  are  nearest  the  sun. 

Ilichter. 

That  farewell  kiss  which  resembles  greeting,  that  last 
glance  of  love  which   becomes  the  sharpest   pang  of  sorrow. 

George  Eliot. 

Sleep,  the  type  of  death,  is  also  like  that  which  it  typi- 
fies, restricted  to  the  earth.  It  flies  from  hell,  and  is  ex- 
cluded from  heaven. 

Colton. 

A  single  type  is  often  equal  to  ten  thousand  tongues  in 
spreading  the  truth. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler. 

The  public  is  always  even  with  an  author  who  has  not 
a  just  deference  for  them  ;  the  contempt  is  reciprocal. 

Addison. 

Take  a  walk  to  refresh  yourself  with  the  open  air,  which, 
inspircl  fresh,  doth  exceedingly  recreate  the  lungs,  heart, 
and  vital  spirits. 

Dr.  W.  Harvey. 

You  will  never  live  to  my  age  without  you  keep  your- 
self in  breath  with  exercise. 

Sir  Philip  Sidney. 

One  who  is  contented  with  what  he  has  done  will  never 
become  famous  by  what  he  will  do. 

Bovte. 


RARE    BRILLIANTS.  309 

Ti : t^  most  brilliant  qualities  become    useless  when  they 
are  not  sustained  by  force  of  character. 

Segur. 

To  me  more  dear,  congenial  to  my  heart, 
One  native  charm  than  all  the  gloss  of  art. 

Goldsmith. 

Love  strong  as  death — nay,  stronger, 

Love  mightier  than  the  grave, 
Broad  as  the  earth,  and  longer 

Than  ocean's  widest  wave  ; 
This  is  the  love  that  sought  us, 
This  is  the  love  that  bought  us, 
This  is  the  love  that  brought  us 

To  gladdest  day  from  saddest  night, 

From  deepest  shame  to  glory  bright, 

From  depths  of  death  to  life's  fair  height ; 
This  is  the  love  that  leadeth 

Us  to  his  table  here, 

This  is  the  love  that  spreadeth 

For  us  the  royal  cheer. 

You  who  keep  account 
Of  crisis  and  transition  in  this  life, 
Set  down  the  first  time  Nature  says  plain  '  no  ' 
To  siime  'yes'  in  you,  and  walks  over  you 
In  gorgeous  sweeps  of  scorn.     AVe  all  begin 
By  singing  with  the  birds,  and  running  fast 
With  Jane  days  hand  in  hand  ;  but,  once  for  all, 
The  birds  must  sing  against  us,  and  the  sun 
Strike  down  upon  us  like  a  friend's  sword,  caught 
By  an  enemy  to  slay  us,  while  we  read 
The  dear  name  on  the  blade  which  bites  at  us. 

Elizabeth  B.  Browning. 


310  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

XXIX 

SUMMER  DKIFTWOOD. 

Adversity  is  the  trial  of  principle. 

Fielding. 

Life  is  a  short  day;  but  it  is  a  working  day. 

Hannah  More. 

He  is  not  only  idle  who  does  nothing,  but  he  is  idle   who 

might  be  better  employed. 

Socrates. 

Just  in  proportion  as  a  man  becomes  good,  divine, 
Christ-like,  he  passes  out  of  the  region  of  theorizing,  of 
system-building,  and  hireling  service,  into  the  region  of 
beneficent  activities.     It  is  well  to  think  well;  it   is    divine 

to  act  well. 

Horace  Mann. 

Rest  not!     Life  is  sweeping  by; 
Go  and  dare  before  you  die. 

Goethe. 

Talk  not  of  talents;  what  hast  thou  to  do  ? 
Thy  duty,  be  thy  portion  five  or  two. 
Talk  not  of  talents;  is  thy  duty  done  ? 
Thou  hadst  sufficient,  were  they  ten  or  one. 

Montgomery. 

There  is  transcendent  power  in  example.  We  reform 
others  unconsciously  when  we  walk  uprightly. 

Madame  Swetchine. 

Until  reason  be  ripe,  examples  direct  more  than  precepts. 

Quarles. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD,  oli 

We  can    do  more  good  by  being  good  than  in  any  other 

way. 

Howl  and  Hill. 

Example  is  more  forcible  than  precept.  People  look  at 
me  six  days  in  the  week,  to  see  what  I  mean  on  the  seventh. 

Cecil. 

Those  who  give  not  till  they  die,  show  that  they  would 
not  then,  if  they  could  keep  it  any  longer. 

Bishoj)  Hall. 

If  happiness  has  not  her  seat 

And  center  in  the  breast, 
We  may  be  wise,  or  rich,  or  great, 

But  never  can  be  blest. 

Burns. 

Cast  forth  thy  act,  thy  word,  into  the  ever-living,  ever- 
working  universe.  It  is  a  seed-grain  that  cannot  die;  un- 
noticed to-day,  it  will  be  found  flourishing  as  a  banyan- 
grove,  perhaps,  alas  !  as  a  hemlock-forest  after  a  thousand 
years. 

Carlyle. 

Gexoxe  witticisms  surprise  those  who  say  them  as  much 
as  those  who  listen  to  them. 

Joubert. 

Knowledge  is  proud  that  he  knows  so  much;  Wisdom 
is  humble  that  he  knows  no  more. 

Coicper. 

Too  many  people  mistake  impudence  for  independence. 


Labor  to  keep  alive   in   your   breast  that  little    spark  of 
celestial  fire  called  conscience. 

Washington. 


312  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Justice  is  truth  in  action. 


Fidelity  is  the  sister  of  Justice. 

Horace. 

Not  only  to  say  the  right  thing  in  the  right  place,  but, 
far  more  difficult  still,  to  leave  unsaid  the  wrong  thing  at 
the  tempting  moment. 

George  A.  Sala. 

Judge  not;  the  workings  of  his  brain 
And  of  his  heart  thou  canst  not  see; 

"What  looks  to  thy  dim  eyes  a  stain, 
In  God's  pure  light  may  only  be 

A  scar,  brought  from  some  well-won  field, 

Where  thou  wouldst  only  faint  and  yield. 

Adelaide  A.  Procter. 

I  iiaye  no  respect  for  that  self-boasting  charity,  which 
neglects  all  objects  of  commiseration  near  and  round  it,  but 
goes  to  the  end  of  the  earth  in  search  of  m'sery,  for  the 
purpose  of  talking  about  it. 

George  Mason. 

The  charities  that  soothe,  and  heal  and  bless,  are  scat- 
tered at  the  feet  of  man,  like  flowers. 

Wordsworth. 

I  never  knew  a  child  of  God  being  bankrupted  by  his 
benevolence.  What  we  keep  we  may  lose,  but  what  we 
give  to  Christ  we  are  sure  to  keep. 

Theo.  L.  Cuyler. 

Let  thy  alms  go  before,  and  keep  heaven's  gate  open 
for  thee,  or  both  may  come  too  late. 

Herbert. 

Real  glory  springs  from  the  silent  conquest  of  ourselves. 

Thomson. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  813 

Nothing  is  so  wholesome,  nothing  does  so  much  for 
people's  looks,  as  a  little  interchange  of  the  small  coin  of 
benevolence. 

Ruffini. 

He  sat  among  his  bags,  and,  with  a  look 
Which  hell  might  be  ashamed  of,  drove  the  poor 
Away  unalmsed  ;  and  'midst  abundance  died — 
Sorest  of  evils — died  of  utter  want. 

Pollock. 

I  count  this  thing  to  be  grandly  true  : 
That  a  noble  deed  is  a  step  toward  God, 
Lifting  the  soul  from  the  common  sod 

To  a  purer  air  and  a  broader  view. 

Holland. 

How  far  that  little  candle  throws  its  beams  ! 
So  shines  a  good  deed  in  a  naughty  world. 

Shakespeare. 

Nothing,  except  what  flows  from  the  heart,  can  render 
even  external  manners  truly  pleasing. 

Blair. 

It  is  not  money,  nor  is  it  mere  intellect  that  governs  the 
world;  it  is  moral  character;  it  is  intellect  associated  with 
moral  excellence. 

Ex-President   Woolsey. 

To  the  generous  mind,  the  heaviest  debt  is  that  of  grati- 
tude, when  it  is  not  in  our  power  to  repay  it. 

Franklin. 

These  are  the  great  of  earth- 
Great,  not  by  kingly  birth, 
Great  in  their  well-proved  worth — 
Firm  hearts  and  true. 

Pierpont. 


314  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Good   qualities   are   the   substantial   riches  of  the  mind; 
but  it  is  good  breeding  that  sets  them  off  to  advantage. 

Locke. 

A  single  bad  habit  in  an    otherwise    faultless    character, 
as  an  ink-drop,  soileth  the  pure  white  page. 

Ballou. 

The  most  happy  man  is  he  who  knows  how  to  bring  into 
relation  the  end  and  the  beginning-  of  his  life. 

Goethe. 

Reflected  in  the  lake,  I  love 

To  mark  the  star  of  evening  glow; 
So  tranquil  in  the  heaven  above, 

So  restless  on  the  wave  below! 
Thus  heavenly  hope  is  all  serene; 

But  earthly  hope,  how  bright  soe'er, 
Still  fluctuates  o'er  this  changing  scene, 

As  false  and  fleeting  as  't  is  fair. 

Townshend. 

The  greatest  events  of  an  age  are  its  best  thoughts.       It 
is  the  nature  of  thought  to  find  its  way  into  action. 

JBovee. 

It  is  one  thing  to  be  tempted,  another  thing  to  fall. 

Shakespeare. 

An  effort  made  for  the  happiness  of  others  lifts  us  abovp 
ourselves. 

Lydia  Maria  Child. 

No  man  is  born  into  the  world  whose  work 
Is  not  born  with  him;  there  is  always  work, 
And  tools  to  work  withal,  for  those  who  will; 
And  blessed  are  the  horny  hands  of  toil. 

Lowell. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  ol5 

Self- ease  is  pain;  thy  only  rest 

Is  labor  for  a  worthy  end; 
A  toil  that  gains  with  what  it  yields, 

And  scatters  to  its  own  increase; 
And  hears,  while  sowing  outward  fields, 

The  harvest  song  of  inward  peace. 

Whittier. 

Wiien'ee  a  noble  deed  is  wrought, 
When'er  is  spoken  a  noble  thought, 

Our  hearts  in  glad  surprise 

To  higher  levels  rise. 

The  tidal  wave  of  deeper  souls 
Into  our  inmost  being  rolls, 

And  lifts  us  unawares 

Out  of  all  meaner  cares. 

Longfellow. 

"We  rise  by  things  that  are  'neath  our  feet, 
By  what  we  have  mastered  of  good  and  gain, 
By  the  pride  deposed  and  passion  slain, 

And  the  vanquished  ills  that  we  hourly  meet. 

Holland. 

A  scent,  a  note  of  music,  a  voice  long  unheard,  the  stir- 
ring of  the  summer  breeze,  may  startle  us  with  the  sudden 
revival  of  long- forgotten  thoughts  and  feelings. 

Talfourd. 

What  you  keep  by  you,  you  may  change  and  mend, 
But  words  once  spoken  can  never  be  recalled. 

Roscommon. 

Get  but  the  truth  once  uttered,  and  'tis  like  a  star  new 
born,  that  drops  into  its  place,  and  which,  once  circling  in 
its  placid  round,  not  all  the  tumult  of  the   earth  can  shake. 

Lowell. 


316  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Sense  is  our  helmet,  wit  is  but  the  plume, 
The  plume  exposes,  't  is  our  helmet  saves. 
Sense  is  the  diamond,  weighty,  solid,  sound; 
When  cut  by  wit,  it  casts  a  brighter  beam; 
Yet,  wit  apart,  it  is  a  diamond  still. 

Young. 

The  only  amaranthine  flower  on  earth 
Is  virtue;   the  only  lasting  treasure,  truth. 

Gowper. 

Like  an  inundation  of  the  Indus  is  the  course  of  time. 
We  look  for  the  homes  of  our  childhood — they  are  gone  ! 
for  the  friends  of  our  childhood — they  are  gone  !  The 
loves  and  animosities  of  youth,  where  are  they?  Swept 
away  like  the  camps  that  had  been  pitched  in  the  sandy  bed 
of  the  river. 

LongJ'ellow. 

Hours  are  golden  links,  God's  token, 

Reaching  heaven;  but  one  by  one 
Take  them,  lest  the  chain  be  broken, 

Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 

Adelaide  A.  Procter. 

The  veil  which  covers  the  face  of  futurity,  is  woven  by 
the  hand  of  Mercy. 

Bulwer  Lytton. 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea; 
There's  a  kindness  in  His  justice 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 
For  the  love  of  God  is  broader, 

Than  the  measures  of  man's  mind; 
And  the  heart  of  the  Ererna; 

Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 

F.  W.  Faher. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  ol7 

We  mount  to  heaven  mostly  on  the  ruins  of  our  cherished 
schemes,  finding  our  failures  were  successes. 

Alcott. 

One  of  the  best  rules  in  conversation  is,  never  to  say  a 
thing  which  any  of  the  company  can  reasonably  wish  had 
been  left  unsaid. 

Swift. 

Never  hold  any  one  by  the  button,  or  the  hand  in  order 
to  be  heard  out;  for,  if  people  are  unwilling  to  hear  you, 
you  had  better  hold  your  tongue  than  them. 

Chesterfield. 

Education  is  a  better  safeguard  of  liberty  than  a  stand- 
ing army.  If  we  retrench  the  wages  of  the  schoolmaster, 
we  must  raise  those  of  the  recruiting  sergeant. 

Edward  Everett. 

Jails  and  prisons  are  the  complement  of  schools  ;  so 
many  less  as  you  have  of  the  latter,  so  many  more  you 
must  have  of  the  former. 

Horace  Mann. 

If  you  know  how  to  spend  less  than  you  get,  you  have 
the  philosopher's  stone. 

Franklin. 

If  we  are  at  peace  with  God  and  our  own  conscience, 
what  enemy  among  men  need  we  fear? 

Ballou. 

In  every  sphere  of  life  "  the  post  of  honor  is  the  post  of 
duty." 

Chapiiu 

Let  me  be  strong  among  my  constituents,  and  I  can 
stand  against  the  world. 

John  Randolph. 


318  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

It  is  no  small  commendation  to  manage  a  little  well. 
He  is  a  good  wagoner  who  can  turn  in  a  little  room.  To 
live  well  in  abundance  is  the  praise  of  the  estate,  not  of 
the  person. 

Bishop  Hall. 

Whoever  makes  a  great  fuss  about  doing  good  does 
very  little  ;  he  who  wishes  to  be  seen  and  noticed  when  he 
is  doing  good  will  not  do  it  long. 

The  world  is  out  of  tune,  and  our  hearts  are  out  of  tune, 
and  the  more  our  souls  vibrate  to  the  music  of  heaven,  the 
more  must  they  feel  the  discords  of  earth. 


Mere  sensibility  is  not  saving.  Many  are  affected  by 
the  tragedy  of  the  cross  who  will  not  receive  its  doctrines 
or  deny  themselves  a  single  indulgence  for  His  sake  who 
hung  thereon. 


We  should  not  despair  for  the  goodness  of  the  world  if 
we  do  not  happen  to  see  it  immediately  around  us.  The  at- 
mosphere is  still  blue,  though  so  much  of  it  enclosed  in  our 

apartment  is  colorless. 

Wouldst  thou  from  sorrow  find  a  sweet  relief? 

Or  is  thy  heart  oppressed  with  woe  untold? 
Balm  wouldst  thou  gather  for  corroding  grief? 

Pour  blessings  round  thee  like  a  shower  of  gold. 

Charles  Wilcox. 

When  first  thy  eyes  unveil,  give  thy  soul  leave 

To  do  the  like;  our  bodies  but  forerun 
The  spirit's  duty;  true  hearts  spread  and  heave 

Unto  their  God,  as  flowers  do  to  the  sun. 

H.  Vaughan. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  319 

If  there  is  a  virtue  in  the  world  at  which  we  should  aim, 
it  is  cheerfulness. 

Bulwer  Lytton. 

Brevity  is  the  soul  of  wit,  and  tediousness  the  limbs  and 
outward  flourishes. 

Shakespeare. 

If  you  would  not  have  affliction  visit  you  twice,  listen  at 
once  to  what  it  teaches. 

James  Burgh. 

Harsh  counsels  have  no  effect;  they  are  like  hammers 
which  are  always  repulsed  by  the  anvil. 

JJclvetius. 

Every  man,  however  wise,  requires  the  advice  of  some 
sagacious  friend  in  the  affairs  of  life. 

Plautus. 

On,  how  many  deeds 
Of  deathless  virtue  and  immortal  crime, 
The  world  had  wanted,  had  the  actor  said, 
"I  will  do  this  to-morrow!" 

Lord  John  Russell. 

True   worth  is  in   being,  not  seeming — 

In  doing  each  day  that  goes  by 
Some  little  good — not  in  dreaming 

Of  great  things  to  do  by  and  by; 
For  whatever  men  say  in  their  blindness, 

And  spite  of  the  fancies  of  youth, 
There  is  nothing  so  kingly  as  kindness, 

And  nothing  so  royal  as  truth. 

Alice  Gary. 

God  is  glorified,  not  by  our  groans,  but  our  thanksgivings; 
and  all  good  thought  and  good  action  claim  a  natural  alli- 
ance with  good  cheer. 

Whipple. 


320  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Give  words,  kind  words,  to  those  who  err; 

Remorse  doth  need  a  comforter. 
Though  in  temptation's  wiles  they  fall, 

Condemn  not — we  are  sinners  all. 
With  the  sweet  charity  of  speech, 
Give  words  that  heal,  and  words  that  teach. 

Mrs.  ISlgourney. 

A  little  word  in  kindness  spoken, 

A  motion  or  a  tear, 
Has  often  healed  the  heart  that's  broken, 

And  made  a  friend  sincere. 

A  word,  a  look,  has  crushed  to  earth 

Full  many  a  budding  flower, 
Which,  had  a  smile  but  owned  its  birth, 

Would  bless  life's  darkest  hour. 

Then  deem  it  not  an  idle  thing 

A  pleasant  word  to  speak; 
The  face  you  wear,  the  thoughts  you  bring, 

A  heart  may  heal  or  break. 

Coltsworthy. 

Is  thy  cruse  of  comfort  failing  ? 

Rise  and  share  it  with  another, 
And  through  all  the  years  of  famine 

It  shall  serve  thee  and  thy  brother; 
Love  divine  will  fill  thy  storehouse, 

Or  thy  handful  still  renew; 
Scanty  fare  for  one  will  often 

Make  a  royal  feast  for  two. 

Mrs.  Charles. 

His  words  are  bonds,  his  oaths  are  oracles; 
His  love  sincere,  his  thoughts  immaculate; 
His  tears  pure  messengers  sent  from  the  heart; 
His  heart  as  far  from  fraud  as  heaven  from  earth. 

Shakespeare. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  321 

He  that  was  taught  only  by  himself  had  a  fool  for  a 
master. 

Ben  Jonson. 

Why  work  I  not  ?  The  veriest  mite  that  sports  its  one- 
day  life  within  the  sunny  beam  has  its  stern  duties. 

Alexander  Smith. 

To  me  the  meanest  flower  that  blows  can  give 
Thoughts  that  do  often  lie  too  deep  for  tears. 

Wordsworth. 

Sunday  is  the  golden  clasp  that  binds  the  volume  of  the 
week. 

Longfellow. 

The  best  way  in  the  world  to  seem  to  be  anything  is 
really  to  be  what  we  would  seem  to  be. 

Tlllotson. 

A  great  man  is  always  willing  to  be  little.  While  he 
sits  on  the  cushion  of  advantages  he  goes  to  sleep.  When 
he  is  pushed  and  disappointed,  tormented,  defeated,  he  has 
a  chance  to  learn  something.  He  has. been  put  on  his  wits, 
but  he  has  gained  facts;  he  has  learned  his  ignorance,  he  is 
cured  of  the  insanity  of  conceit,  has  got  moderation  and 
real  skill. 

Emerson. 

The  essence  of  true  nobility  is  neglect  of  self.  Let  the 
thought  of  self  pass  in,  and  the  beauty  of  a  great  action  is 
o-one,  like  the  bloom  from  a  soiled  flower. 

Froude. 

Were  I,  OGod!  in  churchless  lands  remaining, 

Far  from  all  voice  of  teachers  or  divines, 
My  soul  would  find,  in  flowers  of  thy  ordaining, 

Priests,  sermons,  shrines. 

Horace  Smith. 
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322  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  a  certain  noble  pride  through  which  merits 
shine  brighter  than  through  modesty. 

Richter. 

Sweet  is  the  breath  of  praise  when  given  by  those  whose 
own  high  merit  claims  the  praise  they  give. 

Hannah  More. 

Trouble  and  perplexity   drive  me  to  prayer,   and  prayer 

drives  away  perplexity  and  trouble. 

Melanchton. 

In  all  the  affairs  of  human  life,  social  as  well  as  political, 
I  have  remarked  that  courtesies  of  a  small  and  trivial  char- 
acter are  the  ones  that  strike  deepest  to  the  grateful  and 
appreciating  heart. 

Henry  Clay. 

There  is  nothing  more  to  be  esteemed  than  a  manly 
firmness  and  decision  of  character.  I  like  a  person  who 
knows  his  own  mind  and  sticks  to  it;  who  sees  at  once 
what  is  to  be  clone  in  given  circumstances  and  does  it. 

WWAam  Hazlitt. 

With  white  wings  spread  she  boun  led  o'er  the  deep, 
Home  from  the  tossings  of  a  stormy  sea, 

Where  waves  had  yawned,  and  winds  howled  fearfully; 

And  where  the  harbor's  waters  seemed  to  sleep 

In  breezeless  calm,  and  deep,  untroubled  rest, 
She  glided  in,  furling  her  wearv  wing, 
Dropping  her  anchor  down,  and  like  a  living  thing, 

Settling  securely  on  the  water's  breast. 

So,  Oh,  my  God!  from  the  rough  sea  of  life, 

Driven  by  doubt  and  fear  and  haggard  care, 

Let  me  my  worn  and  w,  ary  spirit  bear, 

Far  from  i:;;  rage  and  noise  and  stormy  strife, 

Into  the  haven  of  Thy  sheltering  love. 

And  find  an  anchorage  no  storm  ean  move. 

Mary  A.  Livermore. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  323 

The  soul's  dark  cottage,  battered  and  decayed, 

Lets  in  new  light  through  chinks  that  time  has  made; 

Stronger  by  weakness  wiser  men  become, 

As  they  draw  near  to  their  eternal  home, 

Leaving  the  old,  both  worlds  at  once  they  view, 

That  stand  upon  the  threshold  of  the  new. 

Edmund  Waller. 

In  His  death  Christ  is  a  sacrifice,  satisfying  for  our  sins; 
in  the  resurrection,  a  conqueror;  in  the  ascension,  a  king, 
in  the  intercession,  a  high-priest. 

Luther. 

Christian  faith  is  a  grand  cathedral  with  divinely  pic- 
tured windows.  Standing  without,  you  see  no  glory  nor 
can  possibly  imagine  any;  standing  within,  every  ray  of 
light  reveals  a  harmony  of  unspeakable  splendor.-. 

Hawthorne. 

1  have  read  the  Bible  through  many  times.  It  is  a  book 
of  all  others  for  lawyers,  as  well  as  divines,  and  I  pity  the 
man  who  cannot  find  in  it  a  rich  supply  of  thought  and 
rule  of  conduct. 

Daniel  Webster. 

When  a  book  raises  your   spirits  and  inspires   you  with 
noble    and   courageous  feelings,  seek  for   no   other   rule  to 
u  !ge  the  work  by;   it  is  good.,  and   made  by  a  good  work- 
man. 

II, 'hi jlre. 

Never  burn  kindly  written  letters;  it  is  so  pleasant  to 
read  them  over  when  the  ink  is  brown,  the  paper  yellow 
with  age,  and  the  hands  that  traced  the  friendly  words  are 
folded  over  the  hearts  that  prompted  them.  Keep  all  lov- 
ing letters.  Burn  only  the  haiah  ones,  and  in  burning,  for- 
give and   forget  them. 


324  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Tmz  books  which  help  you  most  are  those  which  make 
you  think  the  most.  The  hardest  way  of  learning  is  by 
easy  reading. 

Theodore  Parker. 

Boors  are  the  true  levelers.  They  give  to  all  who  faith- 
fully use  them  the  society,  the  spiritual  presence,  of  the 
o-reatest  and  best  of  our  race. 

C /tanning. 

People  talk  of  the  sacrifice  I  have  made  in  spending  so 
much  of  my  life  in  Africa.  Can  that  be  called  a  sacrifice 
which  is  simply  paid  as  a  small  part  of  a  great  debt  owing 
to  our  God,  which  we  can  never  repay?  Is  that  a  sacrifice 
which  brings  its  own  blest  reward  in  healthful  activity,  the 
consciousness  of  doing  good,  peace  of  mind,  and  a  bright 
hope  of  a  glorious  destiny  hereafter?  Away  with  the  word 
in  such  a  view,  and  with  such  a  thought. 

Dr.  Livingstone. 

"What  shall  I  do?"     My  boy,  don't  stand  asking; 

Take  hold  of  something — whatever  you  can, 
Don't  turn  aside  for  the  toiling  or  tasking; 

Idle,  soft  hands  never  yet  made  a  man. 

Grasp  with  a  will  whatever  needs  doing; 

Still  stand  ready,  when  one  work  is  done, 
Another  to  seize,  then  still  pursuing 

In  duty  your  course,  find  the  victory  won. 

Do  your  best  for  to-day,  trust  God  for  to-morrow; 

Don't  be  afraid  of  a  jest  or  a  sneer; 
LV  cheerful  and  hopeful,  and  no  trouble  borrow; 

Keep  the  heart  true,  and  the  head  cool  and  clear. 

If  you  can  climb  to  the  top  without  falling, 

Do  it.     If  not,  go  as  high  as  you  can. 
Man  is  not  honored  by  business  or  calling; 

Business  and  calling  are  honored  by  man. 

Mrs.  Gage. 


SUMMER    DRIFTWOOD.  325 

O  mothers  whose  children  are  sleeping, 

Thank  God  by  their  pillows,  to-night; 
And  pray  for  the  mothers  now  weeping 

O'er  pillows  too  smooth  and  too  white; 
Where  bright  little  heads  oft  have  lain, 

And  soft  little  cheeks  have  been  pressed; 
O  mothers  who  know  not  this  pain, 

Take  courage  and  bear  all  the  res:! 

For  the  sombre-winged  angel  is  going 

"With  pitiless  flight  o'er  the  land, 
An  1  we  wake  in  the  morn,  never  knowing 

What  he,  ere  the  night,  may  demand. 
Yes,  to-night,  while  our  darlings  are  sleeping, 

There's  many  a  soft  little  bed, 
Whose  pillows  are  moistened  with  weeping 

For  the  loss  of  one  dear  little  head. 

There  are  hearts  on  whose  innermost  altar 

There  is  nothing  but  ashes,  to-night; 
There  are  voices  whose  tones  sadly  falter, 

And  dim  eyes  that  shrink  from  the  light. 
O  mothers  whose  children  are  sleeping, 

As  ye  bend  to  caress  the  fair  heads, 
Prav,  pray,  for  the  mothers  now  weeping 

O'er  pitiful,  smooth  little  beds! 

Christian  Union. 

Max  is  naturally  so  stupid,  that  he  must  be  amazed  be- 
fore he  will  wake  up  and  see  anything.  It  is  only  when 
thr>  Macaulays  and  the  Lamartines  and  the  Dantes  and 
Homers  come  along,  that  the  human  family  will  really  con- 
fess that  there  is  anything  of  value  or  of  beauty  taking 
place  in  the  world. 

David  Swing. 

They  are  slaves  who  dare  not  be 

In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 

Lowell. 


326  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Be  it  a  weakness,  it  deserves  some  praise, 
We  love  the  play-place  of  our  early  days; 
The  scene  is  touching,  and  the  heart  is  stone 
That  feels  not  at  that  sight,  and  feels  at  none. 

Gov  per. 

Death  is  another  life;  we  bow  our  heads 
\t  going  out,  we  think,  and  enter  straight 
Another  golden  chamber  of  the  King's, 
Larger  than  this  we  leave,  and  lovelier. 

Bailey. 

How  sweet  in  winter-time  we  feign  the  spring, 

How  fair  by  night  we  dream  the  day  shall    ie? 
Can  any  April-tide  such  freshness  bring, 

Our  eyes  on  any  morn  such  brightness  see? 
Half  heedlessly  we  hear  the  first  bird  sing, 

Behold  the  first  shoots  breaking  on  the  tree; 
And  when  we  wake,  our  reason  fain  would  cling 

Prisoners  to  fancy,  fearing  to  be  free. 

For  like  the  crossing  leaves,  that  day  by  day 
Grow  larger,  till  they  weave  the  linden  shade, 
Our  pleasures  so  are  woven  to  a  whole; 
Not  in  the  part  we  see  how  glad  are  they, 
But  after  find  ev'n  fairer  than  we  prayed — 

Their  dreams  and  memories  left  within  the  soul. 


Not  yet,  O  friend!  not  yet; 

The  patient  stars 
Lean  from  their  lattices  content  to  wait; 

All  is  illusion  till  the  morning  bars 
Slip  from  the  levels  of  the  eastern  gate. 

Night  is  too  young,  O  friend!  day  is  too  nea'-; 

Wait  for  the  day  that  maketh  all  things  clear- — 
Not  yet,  O  friend!  not  yet. 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  327 

Not  yet,  O  friend!  not  yet; 

All  is  not  true; 
All  is  not  ever  as  it  seemeth  now; 

Soon  shall  the  river  take  another  blue, 
Soon  dies  yon  light  upon  the  mountain  brow; 

What  lieth  dark,  O  love!   bright  day  will  fill; 

Wait  for  thy  morning,  be  it  good  or  ill — 
Not  yet,  O  love!  not  yet. 

Bret  Harte. 


XXX. 
SMOLDERING  FRAGMENTS. 

Every  absurdity  has  a  champion  to  defend  it,  for  error 
is  always  talkative. 

Goldsmith. 

Reason  is  the  test  of  ridicule — not  ridicule  the  test  of 
truth. 

Bishop  Warburton. 

There  are  men  of  concealed  fire  that  doth  not  break 
out  in  the  ordinary  circumstances  of  life. 

Addison. 

A  man  should  never  be  ashamed,  to  own  he  has  been  in 
the  wrong,  which  is  but  saying  in  other  words  that  he  is 
wiser  to-day  than  he  was  yesterday. 

Pope. 

Science — in  other  words,  knowledge — is  not  the  enemy 
of  religion;  for,  if  so,  then  religion  would  mean  ignorance; 
but  it  is  often  the  antagonist  of  school-divinity. 

Holmes. 


328  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

We  do  not  become  righteous  by  doing-  what  is  righteous, 
but  having  become  righteous  we  do  what  is  righteous. 

LiitUcr. 

Human  government  is  a  necessary  evil  built  upon  the 
ruins  of  the  bowers  of  paradise. 

Thomas  Paine. 

Dread  more  the  blunderer's  friendship  than  the  calum- 
niator's enmity. 

Zi  a  voter. 

Nil  admirari  is  the  motto  which  men  of  the  world  al- 
ways affect;  they  think  it  vulgar  to  wonder  or  to  be  en- 
thusiastic. They  have  so  much  corruption  and  so  much 
charlatanism  that  they  think  the  credit  of  all  high  qualities 
must  be  delusion. 

Sir  Egerton  Brydges. 

Science  is  the  natural  ally  of  religion. 

Theodore  Parker. 

The  tallest  trees  are  most  in  the  power  of  the  wind. 

William  Perm. 

The  ablest  pilots  are  willing  to  receive  advice  from  pas- 
sengers in  tempestuous  weather. 

Cicero. 

Nature's    tears  are  reason's  merriment. 

Shakespeare. 

Stern  winter  loves  a  dirge-like  sound. 

VTordvorth. 

There  is  none  so  homely  but  loves  a  looking-glass. 

South. 

Gold, — the  picklock  that  never  fails. 

Massinqer. 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  329 

We  read  on  the  forehead  of  those  who  are  surrounded  by 
luxury,  that  fortune  sells  what  she  is  thought  to  give. 

La  Fontaine. 

How  sad  a  sight  is  human  happiness  to  those  whose 
thoughts  can  pierce  beyond  an  hour  ! 

Young. 

When  a  man  pursues  money  only,  his  features  become 
narrowed;  his  eyes  shrink  and  converge;  his  smile,  when 
he  has  any,  hardens;  his  language  fails  of  poetry  and  orna- 
ment; his  letters  to  a  friend  dwindle  down  to  a  telegraphic 
dispatch;  he  seems  to  have  no  time  for  anything,  because 
his  heart  has  only  one  thing  for  which  it  wishes  time. 

David  Siring. 

The  indiscriminate  defense  of  right  and  wrong  contracts 
the  understanding,  while  it  hardens  the  heart. 

Junius. 

Patience  and  gravity  of  bearing  are  an  essential  part 
of  justice  ;  and  an  over-speaking  judge  is  no  well-tuned 
cymbal. 

Lord  Bacon. 

Let  the  student  often  stop  and  examine  himself  upon 
what  he  has  read.  Let  him  cultivate  intercourse  with 
others  pursuing  the  same  studies,  and  converse  frequently 
upon  the  subject  of  their  reading. 

George  Sharswood. 

There  is  perhaps  no  profession,  after  that  of  the  sacred 
ministry,  in  which  a  high-toned  morality  is  more  impera- 
tively necessary  than  that  of  the  law. 

George  Sharswood. 

Fretfulness  of  temper  will  generally  characterize  those 
who  are  negligent  of  order. 

Blair. 


660  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Morality  is  but  the  vestibule  of  religion. 


Chapin. 


If  you  would  convince  a  person  of  his  mistakes,  accost 
him  not  upon  that  subject  when  his  spirit  is  ruffled. 

Isaac    Watts. 

A  crowd  is  not  company,  and  faces  are  but  a  gallery  of 
pictures,  where  there  is  no  love. 

Lord  Bacon. 

A  jest  is  a  very  serious  thing. 

Churchill. 

Science  is  the  topography  of  ignorance. 

Holmes. 

The  value  of  a  thought  cannot  be  told. 

Bailey. 

Truth  is  everlasting,  but  our  ideas  of  truth  are  not. 
Theology  is  but  our  present  ideas  of  truth  classified  and 
arranged. 

Beecher. 

Orthodoxy  is  the  B  mrbon  of   the  world  of  thought.     It 
earns  not,  ne  th  r  can  it  forget. 

Professor  Huxley. 

A  rogue  is  a  roundabout  fool. 

Coleridye. 

Shallow  men  believe  in  luck;    strong   men    believe  in 

cau^e  and  eli'ect. 

Emerson. 

The  man  who  always  demands  that  you  shall  "  stick  to 
the  facts,"  means  that  you  shad  accept  his  theory  ;  and  the 
man  who  says  that  "it  stands  to  reason,"'  usually  cannot 
reason. 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  331 

With  me  it  is  always  the  unexpected  which  happens. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

The  flower  of  sweetest  smell  is  shy  and  lowly. 

Wordsworth. 

A  tedious  person  is  one  a  man  would  leap  a  steeple 
from. 

Ben  Jonson. 

A  max  of  letters  is  often  a  man  with  two  natures — one  a 
book  nature,  the  other  a  human  nature.  These  often  clash 
sadly.  * 

Whipple. 

Love's  sweetest  meanings  are  unspoken;  the  full  heart 
knows  no  rhetoric  of  words. 

Bovee. 

Cursed  be  the  social  lies  that  warp  us  from  the  living 
truth  ! 

Tennyson. 

There  is  one  art  of  which  every  man  should  be  master, 
the  art  of  reflection. 

Coleridge. 

An  !  surely  nothing  dies  but  something  mourns. 

Byron. 

Ixto  the  path  of  sin 
One  step  may  take  you, 
For  wrong  lies  near 
To  the  path  of  right; 
But  lower  down, 
From  right  to  wrong, 
The  way  descends; 
But  back  again  to  right 
'T  is  steep  and  rugged. 


332  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

A  max  who  is  not  able  to  make  a  bow  to  his  own  con- 
science every  morning  is  hardly  in  a  condition  to  respect- 
fully salute  the  world  at  any  other  time  of  the  day. 

Douglas  Jerrold. 

Heroes  have  gone  out;  quacks  have  come  in;  the  reign 
of  quacks  has  not  ended  with  the  nineteenth  century.  The 
sceptre  is  held  with  a  firmer  grasp;  the  empire  has  a  wider 
boundary.  AVe  are  all  the  slaves  of  quackery  in  one  shape 
or  another.  Indeed,  one  portion  of  our  being  is  always 
playing  the  successful  quack  to  the  oilier. 

Carlyle. 

Cout.d  I  obtain  a  hearing  of  the  young  men  and  young 
women  who  thus  seek  the  city,  I  would  say  to  them,  not  as 
some  might,  "  Flee  for  your  lives  back  to  your  homesteads 
and  villages,"  for  theirs  is  a  noble  and  a  worthy  ambition. 
But  I  would  say  to  them,  "Put  on  the  whole  armor  of  Gocl, 
seek  out  the  society  and  sustaining  friendship  of  the  virtu- 
ous, attend  the  house  of  God  and  ciing  to  that  teacher 
who  most  sensibly  touches  your  soul.  Devote  yourself  in 
busy  hours  to  the  interests  of  your  employer,  or  to  the 
needs  of  your  business  if  you  are  your  own  employer,  and 
in  your  leisure  moments  seek  the  libraries  and  picture  gal- 
leries; or,  better  still,  pursue  in  the  privacy  of  your  own 
chamber  a  course  of  solid  reading,  which  in  itself  offers  a 
stronger  security  than  anything  else,  except  religious  train- 
ing, against  the  wiles  and  temptations  of  sin  in  a  great 
city.  Keep  strictly  to  the  early  teachings  of  religious 
parents,  forget  not  your  early  prayers;  and,  in  company 
where  there  may  be  sneerers,  sceptics  or  atheists,  who  dis- 
dain the  acknowledgment  of  a  Supreme  Being,  have  the 
courage  and  resolution  to  proclaim  your  belief,  and  in  re- 
ply to  their  taunts  and  sneers  show  them  that  you  can  be 
mure  affable,  more  agreeable,  and  more  attractive  company 
with  your  belief,   than  they  with  theirs. 

Btccher. 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  3o3 

Death  is  a  friend  of  ours,  and  he  that  is  not  ready  to  en- 
tertain him  is  not  at  home. 

Bacon. 

Not  here,  not  here!  not  where  the  sparkling  waters 
Fade  into  mocking  sands,  as  we  draw  near; 

Where  in  the  wilderness  each  footstep  falters: 
I  shall  be  satisfied — but  oh,  not  here! 

Not  here,  where  every  dream  of  bliss  deceives  us, 
Where  the  worn  spirit  never  gains  its  goal; 

Where  haunted  ever  by  the  thought  that  grieves  us 
Across  us  floods  of  bitter  memory  roll. 

There  is  a  land  where  every  pulse  is  thrilling 
With  rapture  earth's  sojourners  may  not  know; 

Where  heaven's  repose  the  weary  heart  is  stilling, 
And  peacefully  life's  time-tossed  currents  flow. 

Far  out  of  sight,  while  yet  the  flesh  enfolds  us, 
Lies  the  fair  country  where  our  hearts  abide, 

And  of  its  bliss  is  naught  more  wondrous  told  us 
Than  these  few  words,  "  I  shall  be  satisfied!" 

Satisfied,  satisfied!  the  spirit's  yearning 

For  sweet  companionship  with  kindred  minds, 

The  silent  love  that  here  meets  no  returning, 
The  inspiration  which  no  language  finds — 

Shall  they  be  satisfied?  the  soul's  vague  longing, 
The  aching  void  which  nothing  earthly  fills? 

O,  what  desires  upon  my  soul  are  thronging, 
As  I  look  upward  to  the  heavenly  hills! 

Thither  my  weak  and  weary  feet  are  tending; 

Savior  and  Lord!  with  thy  frail  child  abide; 
Guide  me  toward  home,  where,  all  my  wanderings  ending, 

I  then  shall  see  Thee  and  "  be  satisfied." 


334  GOLDEN   GLEAMS. 

Tired!  well,  and  what  of  that? 
Didst  fancy  life  was  spent  on  beds  of  ease, 
Fluttering  the  rose-leaves  scattered  by  the  breeze? 
Come,  rouse  thee!   work  while  it  is  called  to-day; 
Coward,  arise,  go  forth  upon  thy  way! 

Lonely!  and  what  of  that? 

Some  must  be  lonely;  'tis  not  given  to  all 

To  feel  a  heart  responsive  rise  and  fall — 

To  blend  another  life  into  its  own; 

Work  may  be  done  in  loneliness;  work  on  ! 

DarkJ  well,  and  what  of  that? 
Didst  fondly  dream  that  sun  would  never  set? 
Dost  fear  to  lose  thy  way?     Take  courage  yet  ! 
Learn  thou  to  walk  by  faith  and  not  by  sight, 
Thy  steps  will  guided  be  and  guided  right. 

Hard!   well,  and  what  of  that? 

Didst  fancy  life  one  Summer  holiday, 

With  lessons  none  to  learn,  and  naught  but  play? 

Go,  get  thee  to  thy  task.     Conquer  or  die! 

It  must  be  learned;   learn  it  then  patiently. 

No  help!   nay,  'tis  not  so; 
Though  human  help  be  far,  thy  God  is  nigh, 
Who  feeds  the  ravens,  hears  His  children's  cry; 
He's  near  thee  wheresoe'er  thy  footsteps  roam, 
Ami  He  will  amide  thee,  light  thee,  help  thee  home. 


"  Let  us  pass  over!"      We  were  far  astray; 

Between  us  ami  our  home  the  sea  was  wile; 
When  He,  who  is  himself  the  blessed  way, 

Bade  us  cross  over  and  with  Him  abide. 

Faith  wavered,  and  temptation  lured  us  on; 

Too  fair,  this  world,  for  mortal  to  withstand; 
Yet  came  His  voice,  though  from  Him  we  had  gone; 

"  Let  us  pass  over  to  a  better  land.  " 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  335 

Again  our  hearts  were  torn  with  grief  and  pain; 

Our  eyes  tear-blinded;  life  seemed  only  loss! 
When  calling  us  to  His  pierced  side  again, 

Christ  showed  to  us  the  crown   beyond  the  cross! 

And  now  life  wanes.     We  stand  by  the  dark  river, 
With  none  beside  save  Him  the  crucified. 

Gently  He  calls,  whose  love  is  joy  forever; 
"  Let  us  pass  over  to  the  other  side.  " 

Friends'  Review. 

The  look  of  sympathy,  the  gentle  word, 

Spoken  so  low  that  only  angels  heard; 
The  secret  art  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 

Unseen  by  men,  but  marked  by  angels'  eyes — 
These  are  not  lost. 

The  sacred  music  of  a  tender  strain, 

Wrung  from  a  poet's  heart  by  grief  and  pain, 

And  chanted  timidly,  with  doubt  and  fear, 

To  busy  crowds,  who  scarcely  pause  to  hear — 
These  are  not  lost. 

The  silent  tears  that  fall  at  dead  of  night 

Over  soiled  robes,  that  once  were  pure  and  white: 

The  prayers  that  rise  like  incense  from  the  soul. 
Longing  for  Christ  to  make  it  clean  and  whole — 
These  are  not  lost. 

The  happy  dreams  that  gladdened  all  our  youth, 
When  dreams  had  less  of  self  and  more  of  truth; 

The  childhood's  faith,  so  tranquil  and  so  sweet, 
Which  sat  like  .Mary  at  the  Master's  feet — 
These  are  not  lost. 

The  kindly  plans  devised  for  others'  good, 
So  seldom  guessed,  so  little  understood; 

The  quiet,  steadfast  love  that  strove  to  win 
Some  weary  wanderer  from  the  ways  of  sin — 

These  are  not  lost. 


336  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Not  lost,  O  Lord!  for,  in  thy  city  bright, 

Our  eyes  shall  see  the  past  by  clearer  light, 

And  things  long  hidden  from  our  gaze  below, 
Thou  wilt  reveal,  and  we  shall  surely  know — 
These  are  not  lost. 


Thkke's  many  a  life  chained  down  by  circumstance 

And  tethered  to  a  close  and  narrow  scope, 
That  wildly  throbs  impatient  to  advance, 

And  soar  to  join  its  dear  desire  and  hope  ; 
Yet  brooding  in  the  realms  of  hope's  expanse, 

Falls  down  within  its  narrow  beaten  track. 
And  wakes  at  last  from  out  a  lifelong  trance 

To  find  in  death  each  hope  turned  empty  back. 

It  is  not  only  to  the  scroll  of  fame, 

Nor  to  the  sculptur'd  stone  to  honor  raised, 
Is  limited  the  noble  deed  and  name  ; 

These,  in  their  greatness  known,  the  world  has  praised; 
But  many  a  life  has  been  whose  dying  flame 

Has  flickered  dimly  to  a  lowly  end, 
Whose  noble  deeds  a  deathless  name  might  frame, 

Yet  died,  unknown,  un honored,  with  no  friend. 

There  have  been  heroes  more  than  battles  make, 

Whose  greatness  never  reached  a  herald's  ears  ; 
There  have  been  martyrs,  never  at  the  stake, 

Who  suffered  martyrdom  thro'  lingering  years  ; 
As  noiseless  as  the  snow  falls,  flake  by  flake, 

And  melts  unseen  upon  the  rolling  wave, 
So  their  pure  lives  in  silent  actions  spake, 

Their  virtues  mute  went  down  into  the  grave. 

The  ills  of  life  are  manifold — they  come 
Upon  the  righteous  and  the  bad  the  same, 

The  rich  and  poor  alike  must  take  their  sum, 
For  trouble  knows  no  station,  caste  or  name  ; 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  337 

In  life's  great  camp,  above  the  merry  hum 
Of  thoughtful  life,  steals  in  the  solemn  tone 

Of  sorrow,  beating  his  low  muffled  drum, 

And  the  tramping  on,  with  rendering  wail  and  moan. 

Time  creeps  upon  us  unawares  ;  the  years 

Like  ocean  waves  roll  up,  and  onward  go. 
The  burdens  of  the  day,  joys,  hopes  and  fears, 

Move  ever  with  a  ceaseless  ebb  and  flow  ; 
Look  back  upon  the  rolling  past,  that  rea:s 

Its  waves  in  silent  tempest,  and  behold  ! 
It  fills  the  mind  with  many  mingled  fears, 

Fears  for  the  things  the  future  may  behold. 

And  shall  we  wail  and  sorrow  for  the  dead? 

Nay,  rather  for  the  living  drop  a  tear  ! 
Their's  is  the  moist  eye,  their's  the  heart  of  lead, 

Their's  the  drooping  soul  that  needeth  cheer. 
Then  weep — weep  for  the  living — their's  the  woe, 

The  ills  of  life  are  ended  with  the  dead  ! 
They  leave  their  sorrows  and  their  griefs  below, 

The  living  have  life's  future  to  dread  ! 

We  know  the  present,  and  the  bygone,  too  ; 

"We  know  what  we  have  been  and  what  we  are  ; 
But,  oh!  that  we  the  unborn  future  knew  ! 

Would  it  the  present's  sweet  contentment  mar? 
Alas  !  we   know  not,  death  alone  is  true  ; 

But  what  shall  fill  the  space  that  lies  between? 
We  cannot  say,  we  may  not  catch  the  clue, 

Or  know  our  parts  in  each  succeeding  scene  ! 


Sweet  hand  that,  held  in  mine, 
Seems  the  one  thing  I  cannot  live  without, 
The  soul's  one  anchorage  in  this  storm  and  doubt, 
I  take  thee  as  a  sign 
22 


338  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Of  sweeter  days  in  store 
For  life,  and  more  than  life,  when  life  is  done, 
And  thy  soft  pressure  leads  me  gently  on 

To  Heaven's  own  evermore. 

I  have  not  much  to  say, 
Nor  that  much  in  words,  at  such  fond  request, 
Let  my  blood  speak  to  thine,  and  hear  the  rest 

Some  silent  heartfelt  way. 

Thrice  blest  the  faithful  hand 
Which  saves  e'en  while  it  blesses;  hold  me  fast; 
Let  me  not  go  beneath  the  floods  at  last, 

So  near  the  better  land. 

Sweet  hand  that,  thus  in  mine, 
Seems  the  one  thing  I  cannot  live  without, 
My  heart's  one  anchor  in  the  storm  and  doubt, 

Take  this,  and  make  me  thine. 

Frazier^s  Magazine. 

Wild  raged  the  tempest, 

Fierce  was  the  blast, 
Bright  gleamed  the  lightning, 

Fell  the  rain  fast; 
High  rolled  the  billows, 

Crested  with  white, 
Gleaming  like  phantom  forms 

In  the  dark  night. 

See  that  lone  ship  afar  ; 

Waves  wash  its  deck, 
Tossed  by  the  angry  sea, 

Almost  a  wreck. 
Stili  sleeps  the  Pilot, 

Danger  so  near, 
How  can  He  slumber    thus, 

Without  a  fear? 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  339 

Loud  call  the  fishermen, 

"  Master,  we  die! 
Look  on  the  tempest  wide, 

Hear  Thou  our  cry, 
Hear  we  the  ocean's    roar, 

Filled  with  alarm; 
Rise  from  Thy  slumber  sweet, 

Save  us  from  harm!  " 

Then  rose  the  Master  up, 

Sad  beamed  His  eye, 
"  Fear  ye  tiie  roaring  sea, 

When  I  am  nigh? 
Oh,  ye  of  little  faith, 

Weak,  weak  your   will, 
Cease,  thou  wild  raging  sea, 

Peace,  be  still!  " 

Tossed  on  temptation's  sea, 

Lord,  hear  my  cry; 
All  seems  so  dark  around, 

Still  art  Thou  nigh? 
High  roll  the  billows, 

Fierce  is  the  fight;  . 
Lord,  Thou  hast  left  me 

Alone  in  the  night! 

Hush,  thou  of  little  faith, 

Cry  not  so  wild, 
Know  that  I  slumber  not, 
Tiiou  art  my  child: 

And  when  the  trouble  comes, 

Bend  to  my  will; 
I  l>id  the  wildest  storm: 

Peace,  be  still! 

Annie  Laura  Matthew. 


340  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Yes,  I  shall  sleep!     Some  sunny  clay, 

When  blossoms  in  the  wind    are  dancing, 

And  children  at  their  cheerful  play 

Heed  not  the  mournful  crowd  advancing, 

Up  through  the  long  and  busy  street, 

They'll  bear  me  to  my  last  retreat. 

Or  else — it  matters  not — may  rave 

The  storm,  and  sleet,  and  wintry  weather 

Above  the  bleak  and  new-made  grave, 
Where  care  and  I  lie  down  together. 

Enough  that  I  shall  know  it  not, 

Beneath,  in  that  dark,  narrow  spot. 

For  I  shall  sleep!     As  sweet  a  sleep 

As  ever  graced  a  babe  reposing 
Awaits  me  in  the  cell  so  deep, 

Where  I,  my  weary  eyelids  closing, 
At  length  shall  lay  mo  down  to  rest, 
Heedless  of  clods  above  my  breast. 

Asleep!  how  still  this  pulse  will  lie, 
Rid  of  life's  throb  that  beats  so  wildly! 

How  calm  will  be  this  restless  eye, 

Erst  bright  with  tears,  now  closed  so  mildly! 

For  not  one  dream  of  earth  will  coma 

To  haunt  the  quiet  of  that  home! 

Oh,  sweet  repose!     Oh,  slumber  blest! 

Oh,  night  of  peace! — no  storm,  no  sorrow — 
No  heavy  stirring  in  my  rest, 

To  meet  another  weary  morrow! 
I  shall  not  note  or  night  or  dawn, 
But  still,  with  folded  hands,  sleep  on. 

Sleep  on,  though  just  above  my  head 

Scowl  sin  and  misery's  haggard  faces — 
For  the  dull  slumber  of  the  dead 


SMOLDERING  FRAGMENTS.  341 

All  sense  of  human  woe  erases; 
Palsies  the  heart  and  cures  the  brain 
Of  every  fever-throb  of  pain. 

Armies  above  my  rest  may  tramp — 

'T  will  not  disturb  one  rigid  muscle; 
I  should  not  heed  their  iron  stamp 

More  than  a  leaf's  complaining  rustle: 
Nay,  were  the  world  convened  to  break 
My  leaden  sleep,  I  should  not  wake. 

And  yet,  methinks,  if  steps  of  those 

I've  known  ami  loved  on'earth  were  round  me, 
'T  would  tame  the  might  of  my  repose, 

Shiver  the  iron  cords  that  bound  me — 
Save  that  I  know  this  could  not  be, 
For  death  disowns  all  sympathy. 

Well,  be  it  so;  since  I  should  yearn, 

And  weep,  and  watch  for  their  appearing — - 

Chiding  each  ling'ring,  late  return, 
Forever  sad,  forever  fearing — 

Living  life's  drama  o'er  again, 

Its  tragedy  of  hope  and  pain. 

Then  weep  not,  friends,  what  time  ye  lay 
The  warm,  moist  earth  above  my  ashes; 

Think  what  a  rest  awaits  my  clay, 

And  smooth  the  mound  with  tearless  lashes — 

Glad  that  the  wasted  form  within 

Has  done  at  length  with  care  and  sin. 

Think  that  with  him  the  strife  is  o'er, 

Life's  stormy,  struggling  battle  ended; 
Hope  that  his  soul  has  gained  that  shore 

To  which,  though  weak,  his  footsteps  tended; 
Breathe  the  dear  hope  above  his  sod, 
And  leave  him  to  his  rest — and  God! 

W.  A.  Urquhart. 


342  GOLDEX    GLEAMS. 

Life  is  a  mystic  flame, 
An  upward  fierce  endeavor, 
That  through  the  boundless  frame 
Of  nature,  burns  forever. 

And  as  the  quiv'ring  fire 
Springs  to  its  native  skies, 
So  kindled  with  desire, 
Man's  restless  thoughts  arise. 

Ever  eager  still, 

Fed  with  good  or  ill, 

Man's  unbaffled  will 

For  new  achievement  tries; 

Man  doth  pleasure  gain, 
Yet,  in  secret  pain, 
Stung  with  new  disdain 
For  new  enjoyment  sighs. 

But  oft  the  proud  endeavor 
No  leaf  of  laurel  crowns, 

The  heart's  sincerest  yearning 
Ruthless  oblivion  drowns. 

"Why,  ah  !  why  this  ceaseless  striving? 

Life  is  but  a  narrow  span, 
Fleeting,  fleeting  as  a  zephyr 
Are  the  hopes  and  deeds  of  man; 

Care  and  sorrow  sadly  lead  us 
'Long  our  life's  dim  forest  way; 

Life  is  but  a  trembling  shadow, 
Checkered  with  few  flocks  of  day. 

"What  avail  our  tiny  strivings? 

Death  will  crush  our  puny  pride; 
Better,  like  the  yielding  lily, 

Sway  upon  the  fickle  tide. 


SMOLDERING    FRAGMENTS.  343 

Death,  the  gloomy  cloud,  shall  swallow 

This  our  life's  dim  passing  gleam; 
All  our  hopes,  our  joys,  our  passion, 

Vanish  like  a  fitful  dream. 

Yes,  onward  to  the  vast  unknown, 

Thro'  the  black  gate  of  death  we  go, 
Trembling,  shiv'ring,  and  alone, 

Whither  we  know  not — who  can  know  ? 

Quenched  like  the  flashing  torch  that  falls 

Into  the  blank  dark  of  a  cave, 
All  that  the  soul  of  man  appalls, 

Stands  threat'ning  round  the  dreadful  grave! 

Why  must  man  die?     It  is  not  just 
That  he  should  crumble  into  dust! 
Our  hopes  that  link  us  with  the  sky, 
Mere  rings  of  smoke — why  must  we  die? 
The  blossom  touched  with  blighting  frost, 

Shrivels  and  falls,  faded  in  death; 
And  must  man's  radiant  dreams  be  lost, 

Frail  as  the  morning's  misty  breath? 

No  longer  with  vain  doubts  contend, 

Nor  let  grim  death  thy  soul  affright; 
We  have  an  ever  living  friend 

In  Him  who  dwells  above  all  height, 
Hope  is  the  spirit's  azure  sky 

Sublime,  star  fill'd,  it  springs  above, 
Joy,  my  soul !   thou  canst  not  die  ! 

Thou  hast  a  God — and  God  is  love  ! 

The  sun  that  fades  in  western  skies, 

Uplifts  the  radiant  rim  of  morn 
The  while,  elsewhere,  to  other  eyes; 

So,  we  in  other  worlds  are  born. 


344  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Man  shall  not  die  !    Thought  shall  not  die  ! 

All  of  good  shall  live  for  aye  ! 

Hope,  the  spirit's  azure  sky 
Arches  o'er  us,  built  on  high; 
Man  shall  not  forever  die  ! 

John  S.  Van  Cleve. 


XXXI. 
BUEXIXG  GLASSES. 

Abstracts,  abridgments,  summaries,  etc.,  have  the  same 
use  as  burning  glasses,  to  collect  the  diffused  rays  of  wit 
and  learning  in  authors,  and  make  them  point  with  warmth 
and  quickness  upon  the  reader's  imagination. 

Swift. 

It  is  the  first  step  that  costs. 

French  Proverb. 

A  max  is  only  as  old  as  he  feels. 

Douglas  Jerrold. 

The  race  of  life  has  become  intense;  the  runners  are 
treading  upon  each  others'  heels.  Woe  be  to  him  who 
stops  to  tie  his  shoe-strings! 

Carl  i /le. 

I  did  not  think  that  because  I  had  done  wrong  I  ought 
not  to  do  right, 

Beecher. 

Hypocrisy  can  afford  to  be  magnificent  in  its  promises; 
for  never  intending  to  g  •  beyond  promises,  it  costs  nothing. 

Burke. 


BURNING    GLASSES.  345 

Let  us,  therefore,  stop,  while  to  stop  is  in  our  power;  let 
us  live  as  men  who  are  sometime  to  grow  old,  and  to  whom 
it  will  he  the  most  dreadful  of  all  evils  to  count  their  past 
years  by  follies,  and  to  be  reminded  of  their  former  luxuri- 
ance of  health  only  by  the  maladies  which  riot  has  produced. 

/Samuel   Johnson. 

To  man  this  earth  is  something  more  than  a  dormitory 
and  a  larder  and  a  gymnasium.  It  is  a  school-house  and  a 
work-shop  and  a  gallery  of  art.  It  is  a  mighty  lesson-book 
for  his  perpetual  study.  Taking  a  broad  view  of  our  whole 
existence,  it  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  our  entire  life  on 
earth  is  thus  basal  and  preparative.  It  is  foundation  work, 
root  work,  a  getting  ready  rather  than  an  achievement. 

Cyrus  D.  Foss,  D.D. 

Remorse,  the  fatal  e^g:  by  pleasure  laid. 

Cowper. 

The  vain  regret  that  steals  above  the  wreck  of  squan- 
dered hours. 

Whittier. 

O  human  beauty,  what  a  dream  art  thou,  that  we  should 
cast  our  life  and  hopes  away  on  tnee. 

Barry  Cornwall. 

Sir,  when  you  have  seen  one  green  field  you  have  seen 
all  green  fields.     Let  us  walk  down  Cheapside. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

Eyes  raised  toward  heaven  are  always  beautiful,  what- 
ever they  be. 

Joubert. 

We  are  very  much  what  others  think  of  us.  The  recep- 
tion our  observation  meets  with  gives  us  courage  to  pro- 
ceed or  damps  our  efforts. 

Hazlitt. 


346  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Man  has  interests  other  than  those  that  are  material;  he 
has  aspirations  that  sweep  beyond  time  and  this  world.  He 
is  more  than  his  body;  he  is  greater  than  his  life;  he  has  a 
vision  that  is  not  of  the  eye;  he  has  within  him  a  "  still, 
small  voice,"  that  compels  attention  now  and  then.  We 
are  apt  to  forget  these  things  in  this  whirling  age  and  coun- 
try. Most  of  us  are  utterly  immersed  in  worldly  pursuits,  and 
wholly  occupied  with  selfish  struggles,  so  that  the  moral  part 
of  our  nature  is  neglected.  Now,  we  would  not  undervalue 
the  necessities  of  the  hour.  It  is  proper  that  the  work  of 
the  day  should  be  done  manfully;  that  the  battles  of  life 
should  be  fought  with  resolution,  and  that  people  should  try 
to  improve  their  material  fortunes.  But  still  there  is  some- 
thing else  that  must  not  be  overlooked.  There  is  a  moral 
nature,  the  neglect  of  which  is  moral  death. 

Nothing  more  thoroughly  contemptible,  nothing  more 
thoroughly  confuted  by  its  own  processes,  than  agnosticism 
has  ever  held  up  its  head  amongst  men.  The  entire  pro- 
cess by  which  it  arrives  at  the  unknown  somewhat  is  an 
ascent  from  effects  to  causes,  a  series  of  discoveries  of 
causes  from  their  effects,  but  the  last  cause,  forsooth,  is  the 
unique  exception,  and  is  not  to  be  known  by  what  it  does 
and  produces.  We  are  indebted  for  this  excessively  dis- 
graceful and  senseless  admission  to  that  prolific  source  of 
unspeakable  nonsense  and  folly,  German  philosophical  spec- 
ulation. We  are  not  indulging  in  vituperation,  but  are 
simply  calling  a  spade  a  spade.  To  fill  the  cup  of  astonish- 
ment to  the  very  brim,  the  persons  indulging  in  the  utter 
senselessness  of  agnosticism  are  actually  introduced  to  us 
as  exceptionally  intelligent. 

Christian  Intelligence}'. 

Having  looked  upon  the  great  mountains  of  Colorado, 
God  seems  greater  to  me  than  ever,  anil  the  Ancient  of  Days 
older  than  ever,  and  His  goodnes-  better  than  ever. 

./.  B.  Bitlinger,  D.D. 


BURNING   GLASSES.  347 

Now  good  digestion  wait  on  appetite, 
And  health  on  both  ! 

Shakespeare. 

Give  a  boy  address  and  accomplishments,  and  you  give 
him  the  mastery  of  palaces  and  fortunes  where  he  goes. 

Emerson. 

Mex  are   like  stone   jugs — you   may  lug  them  where  you 

like  by  the  ears. 

Samuel  Johnson. 

It  is  vain  to  be  always  looking  towards  the  future    and 
never  acting  towards  it. 

J.  F.  Boyes. 

Love  and  scandal  are   the  best  sweeteners  of  tea. 

Fielding. 

There  is  no  odor  so  bad  as  that  which  arises  from  good- 
ness tainted. 

Thoreau. 

Max  is  more  than  constitutions. 

Whittier. 

There  are  but  three  classes  of  men:  the  retrogacle,  the 
stationary,  and  the  progressive. 

Lavater. 

Max  is  an  animal  that  makes  bargains;  no  other  animal 
does  this;  one  dog  does  not  change  a  bone  with  another! 

Adam  Smith. 

Max  is  an  animal  that  cooks  his  victuals. 

Burke. 

If  there    are   men  in    whom  the    ridiculous  has  never  ap- 
peared, it  is  because  they  have  not  been  well  searched. 

Bochefoncauld. 


348  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

God  made  him,  and  therefore  let  him  pass  for  a  man. 

Shakespeare. 

Friendship  closes  its  eyes  rather  than  see  the  moon 
eclipsed;  while  malice  denies  that  it  is  ever  at  the  full. 

Hare. 

Man  is  the  end  towards  which  all  the  animal  creation 
has  tended  from  the  first  appearance  of  the  Palreozoic  fishes. 

Agassiz. 

A  man  ought  to  carry  himself  in  the  world  as  an  orange- 
tree  would  if  it  could  walk  up  and  down  in  the  garden — 
swinging  perfume  from  every  little  censer  it  holds  up  to 
the  air. 

JBeecher. 

Man  is  greater  than  a  world,  than  systems  of  worlds; 
there  is  more  mystery  in  the  union  of  soul  with  the  physi- 
cal than  in  the  creation  of  a  universe. 

Henry  Giles. 

The  personal  element  tells  in  the  formation  of  character. 
No  conceivable  advantages  of  endowment  or  appliances, 
and  no  prestige  of  position,  should  make  a  Christian  parent 
willing  to  place  son  or  daughter  in  an  undevout  atmosphere, 
for  scholastic  training. 

Christian  Intelligencer. 

All  great  natures  delight  in  stability;  all  great  men  find 
eternity  affirmed  in  the  very  promises  of  their  faculties. 

Emerson. 

Tins  is  not  a  land  of  peace;  it  is  a  nation  of  armed  men. 
There  should  be  general  disarmament,  and  we  should 
guard  the  sale  of  pistols  as  we  guard  the  sale  of  poisons. 
It  is  the  brutality  that  conies  from  the  possession  of  weap- 
ons that  does  the  harm. 

Robert  Collyer. 


BURNING   GLASSES.  349 

Men,  in  general,  are  but  great  children. 

Napoleon. 

What  a  piece  o:'  work  is  man  !  How  noble  in  reason  ! 
How  infinite  in  faculties  !  In  form  and  moving,  how  ex- 
press and  admirable  !  In  action,  how  like  an  angel !  In 
apprehension,  how  like  a  god. 

Shakespeare. 

Man  is  the  highest  product  of  his  own  history.  The  dis- 
coverer finds  nothing  so  grand  or  tall  as  himself,  nothing  so 
valuable  to  him.  The  greatest  star  is  that  at  the  little  end 
of  the  telescope — the  star  that  is  looking,  not  looked  after, 
nor  looked  at. 

Theodore  Parker. 

I  call  that,  the  Book  of  Job,  aside  from  all  theories  about 
it,  one  of  the  grandest  things  ever  written  with  pen.  One 
feels,  indeed,  as  if  it  were  not  Hebrew;  such  a  noble  uni- 
versality, different  from  noble  patriotism  or  sectarianism, 
reigns  in  it.  A  noble  book  !  all  men's  book  !  It  is  our 
first,  oldest  statement  of  the  never-ending  problem — man's 
destiny — and  God's  way  with  him  here  in  this  earth.  And 
all  in  such  free,  flowing  outlines;  grand  in  its  sincerity,  in 
its  simplicity;  in  its  epic  melody,  and  repose  of  reconcile- 
ment. There  is  the  seeing  eye,  the  mildly  understanding 
heart.  So  true  every  way;  true  eyesight  and  vision  for  all 
things;  material  things  no  less  than  spiritual;  the  horse — 
"  hast  thou  clothed  his  neck  with  thunder?" — he  "  laughs 
at  the  shaking  of  the  spear  !"  Such  living  likenesses  were 
never  since  drawn.  Sublime  sorrow,  sublime  reconciliation; 
oldest  choral  melody  as  of  the  heart  of  mankind;  so  soft 
and  great;  as  the  summer  midnight,  as  the  world  with  its 
seas  and  stars !  There  is  nothing  written,  I  think,  in  the 
Bible  or  out  of  it,  of  equal  literary  merit. 

Carlyle. 


350  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Washington,  Idaho  and  Arizona,  the  States  of  Oregon, 
Nevada  and  California,  compose  together  the  magnificent 
empire  of  the  Pacific,  a  grander  and  prouder  empire  than 
which  does  not  elsewhere  exist  under  the  sun — an  empire 
broad  in  territorial  area,  extending  with  Alaska,  from  the 
eternal  ice  of  the  Arctic  seas  to  the  semi-tropical  belt  where 
the  apple  and  the  pine-apple  grow  side  by  side,  extending 
from  the  wave- washed  sands  of  the  golden  sea  to  the  rock- 
ribbed  mountains  that  separate  but  do  not  divide  us  from 
you,  our  eastern  friends;  embracing  the  present  worth  of 
gold  and  grain,  wool  and  wine,  and  an  incalculable  future 
of  wealth  that  shall  yet  astonish  the  world.  It  is  a  broad 
and  splendid  domain.  Its  western  shore  looks  westward  to 
eastern  lands.  Its  golden  gates  stand  wide  ajar  to  admit 
the  commerce  of  the  Orient  and  to  welcome  the  intercourse 
necessary  to  its  enjoyment.  It  is  the  future  home  of  your 
children.  It  is  the  inheritance  of  your  sons.  It  is  the 
dower  of  your  daughters.  Guard  this  rich  empire,  and 
preserve  it  as  the  home  and  inheritance  and  dower  of  all 
the  children  of  this  Christian  commonwealth. 

The  Argonauts. 

The  heart  may  often  be  cheered  by  observing  the  opera- 
tions of  an  ever-present  intelligence,  and  we  may  feel  we 
are  leaning  on  His  bosom  while  living  in  a  world  clothed 
in  beautv  and  robed  with  the  glorious  perfection  of  its 
Maker  and  Preserver.  We  must  feel  that  there  is  a  Gover- 
nor among  the  nations  who  will  bring  all  plans  with  re- 
spect to  our  human  family  to  a  glorious  consummation. 
He  who  stays  his  mind  on  his  ever-present,  ever-energetic 
God  will  not  fret  himself  because  of  evil-doers.  He  that 
believeth  shall  not  make  haste. 

David  Livingstone. 

Let  our  lives  be  pure  as  snowfields,  where  our  footsteps 
leave  a  mark,  but  not  a  stain. 

Madame  Swetchine. 


BUEXIXG    GLASSES.  35] 

I  cannot  let  lost  lives  with  lost  years  go — 
I  must  look  back  to  what  I  used  to  know, 
And  looking  weep. 


The  great  transcontinental  railways  are  rushing  onward, 
one  after  another,  from  ocean  to  ocean,  opening  fertile  re- 
gions of  agricultural  or  mining  wealth  to  new  settlements, 
and  stringing  towns  of  future  might  and  influence  along 
their  iron  threads  all  the  way. 

No  language  can  express  what  we  feel  or  what  we  clear- 
ly  discern  as  to  the  present  moral  dangers  of  our  country, 
and  the  call  of  God  upon  his  people  to  arise  and  save  it  ! 
Report  Amer.  Home  Miss.  Society. 

We  are  builders,  and  each  one 

Should  cut  and  carve  as  best  he  can. 

Every  life  is  but  a  stone, 

Every  one  shall  hew  his  own, 
Make  or  mar  shall  every  man. 

Life  is  short,  yet  some  achieve 

Fortune,  fame,  in  war  or  ar';; 
Some  miss  their  chance  and  can't  retrieve, 
Some  fail  because  they  stop  to  grieve, 

Some  pause  with  fainting  heart. 

:T  is  the  bold  who  win  the  race, 

Whether  for  gold,  or  love,  or  name; 
'T  is  the  true  ones  always  face 
Dangers  and  trials,  and  win  a  place, 
A  niche  in  the  fane  of  fame. 

Strike  and  struggle;  ever  strive, 

Labor  with  hand,  and  heart,  and  brain. 

Work  doth  more  than  genius  give; 

He  who  faithfully  toils  doth  live; 
'T  is  labor  that  doth  reign. 


352  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  consider  it  the  best  part  of  an  education  to  have  been 
born  and  brought  up  in  the  country. 

Alcott. 

Never  be  afraid  of  criticism  or  ridicule;  always  remember 
that  opposition  and  calumny  are  often  the  brightest  tribute 
that  vice  and  folly  can  pay  to  virtue  and  wisdom.  The  com- 
mendation of  some  men  justly  excites  suspicion,  and  their 
censure  is  equivalent  to  a  certificate  of  good  character. 

R.  B.  Hayes. 

Crush  the  dead  leaves  under  thy  feet, 
Gaze  not  on  them  with  mournful  sigh; 

Think  not  earth  has  no  glory  left, 
Because  a  few  of  its  frail  things  die; 

Springtime  will  bring  fresh  verdure  as  sweet — 
Crush  the  dead  leaves  under  thy  feet. 

Look  not  back  with  despairing  heart, 

Think  not  life's  morning  has  been  in  vain, 

Rich,  broad  fields  lie  before  thee  yet, 
Ready  to  yield  their  golden  grain; 

Autumn  may  bring  thee  a  fruitage  sweet — 
Crush  the  dead  leaves  under  thy  feet. 

Murmur  not  if  thy  shadows  fall 

Thick  and  dark  on  thy  earthly  way; 

Hearts  there  are  which  must  walk  in  shade, 
Till  thev  reach  the  light  of  eternal  day; 

Life  is  not  long,  and  the  years  are  fleet — 
Crush  the  dead  leaves  under  thy  feet. 

Bravely  work  with  a  steadfast  soul, 

Make  others  happy,  and  thou  shall  find 

Happiness  flowing  back  unto  thy  heart, 
A  quiet  peace  and  contented  mind; 

If  earth  be  lonely,  then  heaven  is  sweet — ■ 
Crush  the  dead  leaves  under  thy  feet. 


BURNING   GLASSES.  353 

It  is  my  firm  conviction  that  man  has  only  himself  to 
blame,  if  his  life  appears  to  him  at  any  time  void  of  inter- 
est and  of  pleasure.  Man  may  make  life  what  he  pleases, 
and  give  it  as  much  worth,  both  for  himself  and  others,  as 
he  has  energy  for.  Over  his  moral  and  intellectual  being 
his  sway  is  complete. 

Humboldt. 

Is  it  worth  while  that  we  jostle  a  brother 
Bearing  his  load  on  the  rough  road  of  life? 

Is  it  worth  while  that  we  jeer  at  each  other 

In  blackness  of  heart?  that  we  war  to  the  knife? 
God  pity  us  all  in  our  pitiful  strife. 

God  pity  us  all  as  we  jostle  each  other; 
God  pardon  us  all  for  the  triumph  we  feel 

When  a  fellow  goes  down  'neath  his  load  on  the  heather, 
Pierced  to  the  heart;   words  are  keener  than  steel, 
And  mightier  far  for  woe  than  for  weal. 

Were  it  not  well,  in  this  brief  little  journey, 
On  over  the  isthmus,  down  into  the  tide, 

We  give  him  a  fish,  instead  of  a  serpent, 
Ere  folding  the  hands  to  be  and  abide 
Forever  and  aye  in  the  dust  at  his  side? 

Look  at  the  roses  saluting  each  other; 

Look  at  the  herds  all  at  peace  on  the  plain; 

Man,  and  man  only,  makes  war  on  his  brother, 
And  laughs  in  his  heart  at  his  peril  and  pain, 
Shamed  by  the  beasts  that  go  down  on  the  plain. 

Is  it  worth  while  that  we  battle  to  humble 

Some  poor  fellow-creature  down  in  the  dust? 
God  pity  us  all!     Time  eftsoon  will  tumble 
All  of  us  together,  like  leaves  in  a  gust, 
Humbled,  indeed,  down  into  the  dust 

Joaquin  Miller. 
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354  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Prejudice  is  prejudgment.  It  is  forming-  an  opinion 
without  examining-  the  facts;  it  is  hastily  accepting  a  con- 
clusion without  investigating  the  evidence  upon  which  it 
rests;  it  is  allowing  ourselves  to  be  hoodwinked  and  de- 
ceived, when  the  slightest  reflection  would  keep  us  from 
such  a  mistake;  it  is  being  satisfied  with  hearsay,  when  we 
should  demand  the  proof;  it  is  rejecting  everything  at  first 
sight,  which  does  not  confirm  our  former  convictions  or  suit 
our  former  tastes  or  agree  with  our  preconceived  ideas;  it 
is  a  revolt  against  the  unpaiatable  and  distasteful;  it  is  a 
deep-seated  reluctance  to  part  with  that  to  which  we  have 
been  accustomed — a  persistent  hesitation  to  accept  as  true 
what  we  have  not  hitherto  believed;  a  wicked  unwillingness 
to  admit  that  we  can  be  wrong  and  others  right.  It  fa- 
vors or  condemns  upon  the  slightest  pretext;  it  recoils  or 
embraces  as  it  is  m  >ved  by  caprice.  It  is  not  limited  to 
persons — has  to  do  with  places,  and  creeds,  and  parties,  and 
systems;  hence  its  influence  is  extensive,  and  its  evils  mani- 
fold. Prejudice  does  not  hold  opinions;  it  is  held  by  them. 
Its  views  are  like  plants  that  grow  upon  rocks,  that  stick 
fast,  though  they  have  no  rooting.  It  looks  through  jaun- 
diced eyes;  it  glistens  with  itching  ears;  it  speaks  in  par- 
tial and  biased  accents.  It  clings  to  that  which  it  should 
relinquish,  and  relinquishes  that  to  which  it  should  cling. 
When  beaten,  it  remains  defiant;  when  disproved  and  van- 
quished, it  is  sullen  and  obstinate.  There  is  nothing  too 
low  for  its  love,  or  too  noble  for  its  hatred;  nothing  is  too 
sacred  for  its  attacks,  or  too  deserving  for  its  aspersions. 
It  is  as  cruel  as  it  is  universal,  as  unjust  as  it  is  relentless; 
as  unforjjivinor  as  it  is  conceited  and  ill-informed. 


A  really  good  man  had  rather  be  deceived  than  be  sus- 
picious ;  had  rather  forego  his  own  right  than  run  the  ven- 
ture of  doing  even  a  hard  thing.  This  is  the  temper  of  that 
charity  of  which  the  apostle  says: — "It  shall  never  fail." 

Bisho})  Butler. 


BURNING    GLASSES.  355 

Grief  should  be, 
Like  joy — majestic,  equable,  sedate, 
Confirming,  cleansing,  raising,  making  free, 
Strong  to  consume  small  troubles,  to  command 
Great  thoughts,  grave  thoughts,  thoughts  lasting  to  the 
end. 


O,  grief  hath  changed  me  since  you  saw  me  last; 
And  careful  hours  with  Time's  deformed  hand 
Have  written  strange  defeatures  in  my  face. 

Shakespeare. 

There  are  moods  in  which  we  court  suffering,  in  the  hope 
that  here,  at  least,  we  shall  find  reality,  sharp  peaks  and 
edges  of  truth.  But  it  turns  out  to  be  scene-painting  and 
counterfeit.  The  only  thing  grief  has  taught  me  is  to  know 
how  shallow  it  is. 

Emerson. 

The  very  large,  very  respectable,  and  very  knowing  class 
of  misanthropes  who  rejoice  in  the  name  of  grumblers, — 
persons  who  are  so  sure  that  the  world  is  going  to  ruin, 
that  they  resent  every  attempt  to  comfort  them,  as  an  insult 
to  their  sagacity,  and  accordingly  seek  their  chief  consola- 
tion in  being  inconsolable,  their  chief  pleasure  in  being  dis- 
pleased. 

Whipple. 

A  transition  from  an  author's  book  to  his  conversation, 
is  too  often  like  an  entrance  into  a  large  city,  after  a  distant 
prospect.  Remotely  we  see  nothing  but  spires  of  temples 
and  turrets  of  palaces,  and  imagine  it  the  residence  of  splen- 
dor, grandeur,  and  magnificence  ;  but  when  we  have  passed 
the  gates,  we  find  it  perplexed  with  narrow  passages,  dis- 
graced with  despicable  cottages,  embarrassed  with  obstruc- 
tions, and  clouded  with  smoke. 

Samuel  Johnson. 


356  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Rise! — for  the  day  is  passing, 

And  you  lie  dreaming  on; 
The  others  have  buckled  their  armor, 

And  forth  to  fight  have  gone; 
A  place  in  the  ranks  awaits  you, 

Each  man  has  some  part  to  play; 
The  past  and  the  future  are  nothing, 

In  the  face  of  the  stern  to-day. 

Rise  from  your  dreams  of  the  future— - 

Of  gaining  some  hard  fought  held; 
Of  storming  some  air  fortress, 

Of  bidding  some  giant  yield; 
Your  future  has  deeds  of  glory, 

Of  honor, — God  grant  it  may! 
But  your  arm  will  never  grow  stronger, 

Or  the  need  so  great  as  to-day. 

Rise!     If  the  past  detains  you, 

Her  sunshine  and  storms  forget, 
No  chains  so  unworthy  to  hold  you, 

As  those  of  vain  regret; 
Sad  or  bright  she  is  lifeless  forever; 

Cast  her  phantom  arms  away, 
Nor  look  back,  save  to  learn  the  lesson 

Of  a  nobler  strife  to-day. 

Rise! — for  the  day  is  passing; 

The  low  sound  that  you  scarcely  hear 
Is  the  enemy  marching  to  battle — 

Arise  !   for  the  foe  is  near; 
Stay  not  to  sharpen  your  weapons, 

Or  the  hour  will  strike  at  last, 
When  from  dreams  of  coming  battle, 

You  may  wake  to  find  it  past! 

Adelaide  A.  Procter. 

License  they  mean  when  they  cry  liberty. 

Milton. 


BURNING    GLASSES.  357 

When  the  rough  battle  of  the  day  is  done, 

And  evening's  peace  falls  gently  on  the  heart, 

I  bound  away  across  the  noisy  years, 

Unto  the  utmost  verge  of  memory's  land, 

Where  earth  and  sky  in  dreamy  distance  meet, 

And  memory  dim  with  dark  oblivion  joins; 

Where  woke  the  first  remembered  sounds  that  fell 

Upon  the  ear  in  childhood's  early  morn; 

And  wandering  thence,  along  the  roiling  years, 

I  see  the  shadow  of  my  former  self 

Gliding  from  childhood  up  to  man's  estate. 

The  path  of  youth  winds  down  through  many  a  vale, 

And  on  the  brink  of  many  a  dread  abyss, 

From  out  whose  darkness  comes  no  ray  of  light, 

Save  that  a  phantom  dances  o'er  the  gulf 

And  beckons  toward  the  verge.     Again  the  path 

Leads  o'er  a  summit  where  sunbeams  fall; 

And  thus  in  light  and  shade,  sunshine  and  gloom, 

Sorrow  and  joy,  this  life-path  leads  along. 

James  A.  Garfield,  1860. 

Veil,  now,  O  Liberty,  thy  blushing  face, 

At  the  fell  deed  that  thrills  a  startled  world; 

While  fair  Columbia  weeps  in  dire  disgrace, 
And  bows  in  sorrow  o'er  the  banner  furled. 

No  graceless  tyrant  falls  by  vengeance  here, 
'Neath  the  wild  justice  of  the  secret  knife; 

Nor  red  Ambition  ends  its  grim  career, 
And  expiates  its  horror  with  its  life. 

Not  here  does  rash  Revenge  misguided  burn, 
To  free  a  nation  with  th'  assassin's  dart, 

Or  roused  Despair  in  angry  madness  turn, 
And  tear  its  freedom  from  a  despot's  heart. 

But  where  blest  Liberty  so  widely  reigns, 
And  peace  and  plenty  mark  a  smiling  land; 


358  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Here  the  mad  wretch  its  fair  white  record  stains; 
And  blurs  its  beauties  with  a  "  bloody  hand." 

Here  the  elect  of  millions,  and  the  pride 

Of  those  who  own  his  mild  and  peaceful  rule — 
Here  Virtue  sinks  and  yields  the  crimson  tide, 
Beneath  the  Vile  unreason  of  a  fool! 

An   English  prize  ode, 
On  the  assassination  of  President  Garfield. 

Entombed  within  a  nation's  reverent  love, 

And  where  a  world  in  stricken  anguish  weeps; 

Hallowed  in  death,  if  ever  martyr  were, 
The  deep,  eternal  slumber,  Garfield  sleeps. 

Scarce  yet  attained  to  manhood's  ripest  prime 
In  years,  but  in  its  honors  full   advanced; 

Myriads  yet  to  come  upon  God's  earth 
Will  hear  his  story  but  to  be  entranced. 

The  boy,  who  in  Ohio's  primal  wilds 

Took  up  the  weight  of  sturdy  manhood's  task; 

His  portion  penury  and  bis  outlook  dark; 

He  fronted  fate,  and  but  for  prayer  would  ask. 

The  youth,  who,  to  his  boyhood's  teachings  true, 
The  rugged  road  to  learning  stoutly  trod, 

Illuming  all  his  toilsome,  upward  way 

With  trust  in  self,  unquestioning  faith  in  God. 

The  man,  who  at  his  periled  country's  call 
Became  the  soldier  of  unwav'ring  front; 

For  freedom  risked  the  sweets  of  budding  life, 
And  stood  before  the  battle's  fiercest  brunt. 

The  statesman,  called  to  counsel  in  his  youth 
Showed  the  ripe  knowledge  of  maturer  years; 

Foremost  in  civil  as  in  war-time  life, 
To  doubts  a  stranger,  and  so  to  fears. 


BURNING    GLASSES.  359 

The  patriot,  who,  to  country  always  true, 

Always,  and  sturdiest  for  its  honor  wrought; 

Moved  onward,  surely  in  his  upward  way, 
As  lor  yet  higher  service  he  was  sought. 

All  these  in  this  one  wondrous  man  combined 
To  luster  give  to  earth's  supremest  place; 

Death  struck  him  down  on  duty's  picket  line, 
In  manhood's  fullest  power  and  grace. 

His  life  in  wonderful  completeness  grand, 
Has  safely  passed  to  martyrdom  and  end; 

Above  his  grave  the  grander  halos  hang, 
With  tender  memories  to  sweetly  blend. 

And  now  but  his  example  grand  is  left 
As  guiding  beacon  to  the  striving  youth; 

Though  he  is  dead,  he  yet  is  trumpet-tongued 
For  wisdom,  faith,  purity  and  truth. 

Edward  Crapsey. 

He  had  been  born  a  destined  work  to  do, 

And  lived  to  do  it  ;  four  long-suffering  years — 

Ill-fate,  ill-feeling,  ill  report  lived  through — 
And  then  he  heard  the  hisses  change  to  cheers, 

The  taunts  to  tribute,  the  abuse  to  praise, 

And  took  them  both,  with  his  unwavering  mood  ; 

But  as  lie  came  on  light  from  darkest  days, 

And  seemed  to  touch  the  goal  from  where  he  stood, 

A  fellow-hand,  between  that  goal  and  him, 

Reached  from  behind  his  head,  a  trigger  prest, 

And  those  perplexed  and  patient  eyes  were  dim, 
Those  gaunt  long-laboring  limbs  were  laid  to  rest  ! 

The  words  of  mercy  were  upon  his  lips, 

Forgiveness  in  his  heart  and  on  his  pen, 
When  the  vile  murderer  brought  swift  ecdipse 

To  thoughts  of  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 


360  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  old  world  and  the  new,  from  sea  to  sea, 

Utter  one  voice  of  sympathy  and  shame  ! 
Sore  heart,  so  stopped,  when  it  at  last  beat  free, 

Sad  life,  cut  short,  just  as  its  triumph  came  ! 

A  deed  accurst  !  Strokes  have  been  struck  before 
By  the  assassin's  hand,  whereof  men  doubt 

If  more  of  honor  or  disgrace  they  bore  ; 

But  thy  foul  crime,  like  Cain's,  stands  darkly  out ! 

Vile  hand  !  that  branded  murder  on  a  strife, 

What  e'er  its  grounds,  stoutly  and  nobly  striven, 

And  with  the  martyr's  crown  crownest  a  life 
With  much  to  praise,  little  to  be  forgiven  ! 

Tom  Taylor  in  London  Punch, 

( *n  the  assassination  of  Lincoln. 

Garfield  was  the  martyr  of  reconciliation,  as  Lincoln 
was  the  martyr  of  reconstruction. 

Cincinnati  Gazette. 

Strong  are  the  mountains,  Lord,  but  stronger  Thou! 

They  rise  a  bulwark  to  the  guarded  land, 
Which  foes  pass  not,  nor  traitors  undermine, 

For  children's  children's  safety  they  shall  stand; 
And  so,  O  Lord  !     Thou  standest  unto  Thine, 
A  mighty  guardian,  a  defense  divine. 

Strong  are  the  mountains,  Lord,  but  stronger  Thou! 

Where  beats  the  tempest  on  the  hither  side, 
Beneath  their  shelter  bloom  the  vine  and  rose; 

So  do  Thy  chosen  ones  in  Thee  abide, 
Nor  fear  the  storm-wind  though  it  wildly  blows, 
All  undisturbed  in  their  secure  repose. 

Strong  are  the  mountains,  Lord,  but  stronger  Thou! 

Their  far,  fair  snowy  summits  fountains  are, 
Whence  fertilizing  streams  begin  their  race; 


GOLD  EX    NUGGETS.  361 

So  from  Thy  might  of  mercy  stream  afar 
The  overbrimming  rivers  of  Thy  grace, 
Gladdening  the  wilderness  and  desert  place. 

Strong  are  the  mountains,  Lord,  but  stronger  Thou! 

Immutable  they  stand  from  age  to  age, 
Though  the  world  rock  and  empires  shift  and  pale, 

So,  though  the  people  war  and  heathen  rage, 
The  safety  of  Thy  promise  shall  prevail, 
Nor  ever  once  Thy  love  and  goodness  fail. 


The  heart  dwindles  in  contact  with  small  things  and 
narrow  interests;  but  when  brought  into  harmony  with 
great  ideas,  striving  for  great  ends,  with  strong  feeling  ex- 
cited and  pouring  upon  the  altar  of  success  the  most  costly 
and  precious  sacrifices,  then  the  human  heart,  developing 
the  germ  of  its  immortal  nature,  rises  to  the  height  of  the 
loftiest  ideas,  and  enlarges  to  the  compass  of  the  broadest 
principles. 

Geo.  M.  Mobeson. 


XXXII. 

GOLDEN    NUGGETS. 

Posterity  preserves  only  what  will  pack  into  small  com- 
pass. Jewels  are  handed  down  from  age  to  age  ;  less  por- 
table valuables  disappear. 

Lord  Stanley. 

A  wisely  chosen  illustration  is  almost  essential  to  fasten 
the  truth  upon  the  ordinary  mind,  and  no  teacher  can  afford 
to  neglect  this  part  of  his  preparation. 

Chancellor  Crosby. 


362  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  believe  that  the  want  of  our  age  is  no  more  free 
handling  of  the  Bible,  but  more  reverent  handling,  more 
humility,  more  patient  study,  and  more  prayer. 

Rev.  J.  C.  Eyle. 

All  human  discovery  confirms  the  holy  Scriptures. 

Herschel. 

The  surest  method  of  arriving  at  a  knowledge  of  God's 
eternal  purposes  about  us  is  to  be  found  in  the  right  use  of 
the  present  moment.  Each  hour  comes  with  some  little 
fagot  of  God's  will  fastened  upon  its  back. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

Be  careful  that  you  do  not  commend  yourself.  It  is  a 
sign  that  your  reputation  is  small  and  sinking,  if  your  own 
tongue  must  praise  you.  Let  your  words  be  few,  especially 
when  your  superiors  or  strangers  are  present,  lest  you  be- 
tray your  own  weakness,  and  rob  yourself  of  the  opportu- 
nity which  you  might  otherwise  have  had  to  gain  knowl- 
edge, wisdom  and  experience  by  hearing  those  whom  you 
silenced  by  your  impertinent  talking. 

Sir  Matthew  Hale. 

We  do  not  get  our  best  vision  of  heaven,  we  do  not  feel 
ourselves  surrounded,  as  the  apostles  did,  by  a  great  cloud 
of  witnesses,  when  we  simply  hear  or  read  some  good  book, 
or  meet  in  the  church  to  listen  to  discourses  and  to  ex- 
change pleasant  salutations.  No,  it  was  the  martyr  who 
saw  "the  heavens  open  and  the  son  of  God  standing  on  the 
right  hand  of  God."  It  is  when  we  have  borne  submissively 
some  dreadful  sorrow  that  we  see  the  golden  ladder  reach- 
ing upward,  as  did  Perpetua  from  the  darkness  of  the  dun- 
geon; when  we  have  given  ourselves  to  some  great  work 
and  wrought  it,  b}r  God's  help  and  the  inspiration  of  his 
Spirit,  triumphantly  to  the  end,  that  the  vision  is  granted  us. 

E.  S.  Starrs,  I).  D. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  363 

Religion  finds  the  love  of  happiness  and  the  principle  of 
duty  separated  in  us;  and  its  mission — its  masterpiece — is 
to  reunite  them. 

Vinet. 

When  you  are  reading  a  book  in  a  dark  room,  and  come 
to  a  difficult  part,  you  take  it  to  a  window  to  get  more  light. 
So  take  your  Bibles  to  Christ. 

McCheyne. 

Man  reigns  by  employing  one-half  of  the  animals  to  mas- 
ter the  other.  So  the  political  art  consists  in  cutting  the 
people  in  two,  and  in  dominating  one-half  with  the  other. 

Renan. 

Heat  is  the  dread  commune  of  the  universe. 


The  law  is  more  than  a  great  river,  rising  in  the  far-off 
mountains,  and  increased  by  influent  streams  from  many  a 
fertile  field,  till  it  flows  on,  a  broad  and  shining  Mississippi 
of  truth  to  the  great  sea  of  universal  knowledge.  The 
law  is  more  than  a  fruitful  land,  brought  by  the  cul- 
ture and  care  of  faithful  husbandry  from  a  state  of  nature 
to  a  condition  in  which  it  yields  its  bounteous  harvest,  year 
by  year.  The  law  is  more  than  a  magnificent  temple,  builded 
by  princes  of  the  architectural  art,  and  gladdening  the  eye 
and  heart  of  every  beholder  with  its  surpassing  strength  and 
beauty.  More  than  river,  or  land,  or  temple;  it  is  the  benign 
and  all-pervading  science  of  society,  guiding  and  controlling 
by  its  inherent  and  eternal  principles  the  stupendous  pro- 
cesses of  the  evolutions  of  the  civilized  state,  from  the  rude 
beginning  of  frontier  life.  Its  principles  may  be  discovered, 
like  those  of  any  other  science,  but  they  are  not  the  subject 
of  human  invention.  Statutes  in  accordance  with  them  have 
vitality,  and  endure.  Enactments  at  variance  with  them 
fail  of  full  execution,  and  pass  away. 

C.  C.  JBonney. 


364  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  chief  agency  in  the  progress  and  development  of  the 
law,  is  the  work  of  the  bar  and  the  bench  in  their  studies 
and  labors  for  the  settlement  of  the  problems  submitted  to 
them  for  counsel  and  judgment.  The  chief  obstacle  in  the 
way  of  the  progress  and  development  of  the  law,  is  hasty 
and  unwise,  and  above  all,  unnecessary  legislation.  The 
best  means  of  securing  more  rapid  progress,  and  a  more 
liberal  and  harmonious  development  of  the  law,  is  to 
restore  to  the  judges  the  full  exercise  of  their  ancient  au- 
thority to  adapt  the  law  and  its  remedies  to  the  ever-vary- 
ing demands  of  advancing  civilization  ;  and  to  subordinate 
current  legislation  to  the  just  supremacy  of  the  permanent 
principles  of  jurisprudence.  The  grandest  and  most  endur- 
ing achievement  of  all  the  centuries,  is  the  system  of  law 
in  the  administration  of  which  we  are  engaged.  The 
transformation  of  America  from  the  wilderness  discovered  by 
Columbus  to  the  garden  that  reaches  from  sea  to  sea,  is  not 
more  wonderful  than  the  progress  and  development  of  the  law 
from  the  wager  of  battle  to  the  trial  of  a  great  constitutional 
question  before  the  Supreme  Court  of  the  United  States. 

C.  C.  Bonney. 

The  degree  of  estimation  in  which  any  profession  is  held 
becomes  the  standard  of  the  estimation  in  which  the  pro- 
fessors hold  themselves. 

Burke. 

When  men  first  take  up  an  opinion,  and  then  afterwards 
seek  for  reasons  for  it,  they  must  be  contented  with  such  as 
the  absurdity  of  it  will  afford. 

South. 

Onk  ungrateful  man  does  an  injury  to  all  who  stand  in 

need  of  aid. 

L'ubllus  Syrus. 

A  man  passes  for  what  he  is  worth. 

Emerson. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  365 

I  would  rather  dwell  in  the  dim  fog  of  superstition,  than 
in  air  rarified  to  nothing  by  the  air-pump  of  unbelief. 

Richter. 

A  good  conscience  is  a  continual  Christmas. 

Franklin. 

The  torture  of  a  bad  conscience  is  the  hell  of  a  living 
soul. 

John  Calvin. 

Remove  immortality,  and  what  is  man?  A  distressful 
dream — a  throb — a  wish — a  sigh — then  nothing! 

Ichabod  S.  Spencer,  D.D. 

Improvement  depends  far  less  upon  length  of  tasks  and 
hours  of  application,  than  is  supposed.  Children  can  take 
in  but  a  little  each  day;  they  are  like  vases  with  a  narrow 
neck  ;  you  may  pour  little  or  pour  much,  but  much  will  not 
enter  at  a  time. 

Michelet. 

It   is   not   calling   your  neighbors'  names  that   settles  a 

question. 

D'lsraeli. 

Next  to  knowing  when  to  seize  an  opportunity,  the  most 
important  thing  in  life  is  to  know  when  to  forego  an  advan- 
tage. 

U Israeli. 

The  secret  of  success  is  constancy  to  purpose. 

D'lsraeli. 

I  DO  not  like  giving  advice,  because  it  is  an  unnecessary 
responsibility  under  any  circumstances. 

D' Israeli. 

A  profound  thinker  always  suspects  that  he  is  superficial. 

D'lsraeli. 


366  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Nothing-  is  of  so  much  importance  and  of  so  much  use 
to  a  young  man  entering  life  as  to  be  well  criticised  by 
women. 

D'Israeli. 

Talk  to  women,  talk  to  women  as  much  as  you  can. 
This  is  the  best  school. 

D*  Israeli. 

Women  alone  can  organize  a  drawing-room  ;  man  suc- 
ceeds sometimes  in  a  library. 

D'  Israeli. 

The  refusal  to  be  satisfied  with  the  banquet  of  our  earthly 
life  is  an  honorable  discontent  ;  it  is  the  instinct  of  a  being 
who  cannot  suppress  the  promptings  of  a  higher  destiny  ; 
who  even  on  the  threshold  of  death  must  look  forward  and 
demand  a  future. 

Canon  Liddon. 

There  is  a  tear  for  all  that  die, 

A  mourner  o'er  the  humblest  grave. 

Byron. 

We  must  fight  this  temperance  battle  out.  I  don't  ex- 
pect to  fight  many  years  longer,  but  I  mean  to  speak  as 
long  as  I  can;  and  when  I  cannot  speak  loud,  I  will  whisper; 
and  when  I  cannot  whisper,  I  will  make  the  motions — they 
say  I  am  pretty  good  at  that — and  1  will  wave  my  hand 
against  the  damning  thing  that  brought  such  misery  to  me 
for  seven  years  of  my  life.  It  wasted  and  consumed  and 
left  in  ashes  the  best  part  of  ray  life,  so  that  to-day  I  would 
cut  that  right  hand  off  at  the  wrist  if  I  could  wipe  out  from 
my  brain  the  recollection  of  those  days  of  darkness  and 
despair.  I  hate  the  drink,  and  T  pray  God  to  give  me  an 
increasing  capacity  to  hate  it.  The  temperance  reform  is 
going  on  all  over  the  world. 

John  B.  Gough. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  367 

The  strongest  plume  in  wisdom's  wing 
Is  memory  of  past  folly. 

Coleridge. 

Alas  !  how  few  of  nature's  faces  are  left  to  gladden  us 
with  their  beauty.  The  cares,  and  sorrows,  and  hungerings 
of  the  world  change  them  as  they  change  hearts  ;  and  it  is 
only  when  those  passions  sleep,  and  have  lost  their  hold 
forever,  that  the  troubled  clouds  pass  off  and  leave  heaven's 
surface  clear.  It  is  a  common  thing  for  the  countenances 
of  the  dead,  even  in  that  fixed  and  rigid  state,  to  subside 
into  the  long-forgotten  expression  of  sleeping  infancy,  and 
settle  into  the  very  look  of  early  life.  So  calm,  so  peaceful 
do  they  grow  again,  that  those  who  knew  them  in  their 
happy  childhood  kneel  by  the  coffin's  side  in  awe,  and 
see  the  angel  even  upon  the  earth. 

Dickens. 

Death  is  another  life. 

Bailey 

Death  is  less  than  death's  continual  fear. 

Alleine. 

Cease  from  your  weary  weeping,  maidens.  Over  those  for 
whom  the  night  of  death  as  blessing  comes,  we  may  not 
mourn. 

Sophocles. 

How  calmly  may  we  commit  ourselves  to  the  hands  of 
Him  who  bears  up  the  world — of  Him  who  has  created  and 
who  provides  for  the  joys,  even  of  insects,  as  carefully  as 
if  He  were  their  father  ! 

Richter. 

A  solid  and  substantial  greatness  of  soul  looks  down 
with  a  generous  neglect  on  the  censures  and  applause  of  the 
multitude. 

Addison. 


368  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  Christian  religion,  rightly  understoo  J,  is  the  deepest 
and  choicest  piece  of  philosophy  that  is. 

Sir  T.  More. 

A  pkovekb  is  the  wit  of  one  and  the  wisdom  of  many. 

Lord  John  Hussell. 

To  be  angry  is  to  revenge  the  faults  of  others  upon  our- 
selves. 

Pope. 

The  anger  of  an  enemy  represents  our  faults  or  admon- 
ishes us  of  our  duty  with  more  heartiness  than  the  kindness 
of  a  friend. 

Jeremy  Taylor. 

Ambitious  men,  if  they  be  checked  in  their  desires,  be- 
come secretly  discontent,  and  look  upon  men  and  matters 
with  an  evil  eye. 

Bacon. 

In  conversation,  humor  is  more  than  wit,  easiness  more 
than  knowledge. 

Sir  W.  Temple. 

How  shall  I  know  thee  in  the  sphere  which  keeps 

The  disembodied  spirits  of  the  dead, 
When  all  of  thee  that  time  can  wither  sleeps, 

And  perishes  amid  the  dust  we  tread  ? 

For  I  shall  feel  the  sting  of  ceaseless  pain, 

If  there  I  meet  thy  gentle  spirit  not  ; 
Nor  hear  the  voice  of  love,  nor  read  again 

In  thy  serenest  eyes  the  tender  thought. 

Will  not  thine  own  meek  heart  demand  me  there, 
That  heart  whose  fondest  throbs  wore  given  ? 

My  name  on  earth  was  ever  in  thy  praver, 
And  wilt  thou  never  utter  it  in  heaven  ? 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  369 

In  meadows  fanned  by  heaven's  life-breathing  wind, 
In  the  resplendence  of  that  glorious  sphere, 

And  larger  movements  of  the  unfettered  mind, 
Wilt  thou  forget  the  love  that  joined  us  here  ? 

The  love  that  lived  through  all  the  stormy  past, 
And  meekly  with   my  harsher  nature  bore, 

And  deeper  grew,  and  tenderer  to  the  last, 
Shall  it  expire  with  life,  and  be  no  more  ? 

A  happier  lot  than  mine,  and  larger  light, 

Await  thee  there  ;  for  thou  hast  bowed  thy  will 

In  cheerful  homage  to  the  rule  of  right, 
And  lovest  all,  and  renderest  good  for  ill. 

For  me  the  sordid  cares  in  which  I  dwell 

Shrink  and  consume  my  heart,  as  heat  the  scroll ; 

And  wrath  has  left  its  scar — that  fire  of  hell 
Hath  left  its  frightful  scar  upon  my  souL 

Yet  though  thou  wearest  the  glory  of  the  sky, 
Wilt  thou  not  keep  the  same  beloved  name, 

The  same  fair,  thoughtful  brow  and  gentle  eye, 
Lovelier  in  heaven's  sweet  climate,  yet  the  same  ? 

Shalt  thou  not  teach  me  in  that  calmer  home 
The  wisdom  that  I  learned  so  ill  in  this — 

The  wisdom  which  is  love — till  I  become 
Thy  fit  companion  in  that  land  of  bliss  ? 

Bryant. 

Constitutions  are  in  politics  what  paper  money  is  ii> 
commerce.  They  afford  great  facilities  and  conveniences, 
but  we  must  not  attribute  to  them  that  value  which  reallj 
belongs  to  what  they  represent. 

Macaulay. 

Liberty  can  be  safe  only  when  suffrage  is  illuminate  •' 
by  education. 

James  A.  Garfield. 
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370  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Truth  is  the  food  of  the  human  spirit  which  could  not 
grow  in  its  majestic  proportions  without  clearer  and  more 
truthful  views  of  God  and  His  universe. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

Truth  is  so  related  and  co-related,  that  no  department  of 
her  realm  is  isolated. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

History  is  but  the  unrolled  scroll  of  prophecy. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

I  love  to  believe  that  no  heroic  sacrifice  is  ever  lost ; 
that  the  characters  of  men  are  molded  and  inspired  by 
what  their  fathers  have  done  ;  that,  treasured  up  in  Ameri- 
can souls  are  all  the  unconscious  influences  of  the  great 
deeds  of  the  Anglo-Saxon  race,  from  Agincourt  to  Bun- 
ker Hill. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

Fellow-citizens  !  Clouds  and  darkness  are  round 
about  Him  !  His  pavilion  is  dark  waters  and  thick  clouds 
of  the  skies  !  Justice  and  judgment  are  the  establishment 
of  His  throne  !  Mercy  and  truth  shall  go  before  His  face  ! 
Fellow-citizens  !  God  reigns,  and  the  Government  at 
Washington    still  lives. 

James  A.  Garfield, 
(On  the  assassination  of  President  Lincoln.) 

TnE  assertion  of  the  reign  of  law  has  been  stubbornly 
resisted  at  every  step.  The  divinities  of  Heathen  supersti- 
tion still  linger  in  one  form  or  another  in  the  faith  of  the 
ignorant,  and  even  many  intelligent  men  shrink  from  the 
contemplation  of  one  Supreme  Will  acting  regularly,  not 
fatuitously,  through  laws  beautiful  and  simple,  rather  than 
'hrough  a  fitful  and  capricious  Providence. 

James  A.  Garfield. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  371 

Oh  !  sir  ;  there  are  times  in  the  history  of  men  and  na- 
tions when  they  stand  so  near  the  vail  that  separates  mor- 
tals and  immortals,  time  from  eternity,  and  men  from  their 
God,  that  they  can  almost  hear  the  beating,  and  feel  the 
pulsations  of  the  infinite.  Through  such  a  time  has  this 
nation  passed  from  the  field  of  honor  through  that  thin 
vail  to  the  presence  of  God,  and  when  at  last  its  parting 
folds  admitted  that  martyred  President  to  the  company  of 
the  dead  heroes  of  the  Republic,  the  nation  stood  so  near 
the  vail  that  the  whispers  of  God  were  heard  by  the  chil- 
dren of  men. 

James  A.  Garfield, 

(On  the  assassination  of  President  Lincoln.) 

Individuals  may  wear  for  a  time  the  glory  of  our  insti- 
tutions, but  they  carry  it  not  to  the  grave  with  them.  Like 
raindrops  from  heaven,  they  may  pass  through  the  circle  of 
the  shining  bow  and  add  to  its  lustre,  but  when  they  have 
sunk  in  the  earth  again  the  proud  arch  still  spans  the  sky 
and  shines  gloriously  on. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

We  hold  reunions,  not  for  the  dead,  for  there  is  nothing 
in  all  the  earth  that  you  and  I  can  do  for  the  dead.  They 
are  past  our  help  and  past  our  praise.  "We  can  add  to  them 
no  glory — we  can  give  to  them  no  immortality.  They  do 
not  need  us,  but  forever  and  forevermore  we  need  them. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

From  the  genius  of  our  government,  the  pathway  to  hon- 
orable distinction  lies  open  to  all.  No  post  of  honor  so 
high  but  the  poorest  boy  may  hope  to  reach  it.  It  is  the 
pride  of  every  American  that  many  cherished  names,  at 
whose  mention  our  hearts  beat  with  a  quicker  bound,  were 
worn  by  the  sons  of  poverty,  who  conquered  obscurity  and 
became  fixed  stars  in  our  firmament. 

James  A.  Garfield. 


372  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

I  look  forward  with  joy  and  hope  to  the  day  when  our 
brave  people,  one  in  heart,  one  in  their  aspirations  for  free- 
dom and  peace,  shall  see  that  the  darkness  through  which 
we  have  traveled  was  but  a  part  of  that  stern  but  benefi- 
cent discipline  by  which  the  Great  Dispenser  of  events 
has  been  leading  us  on  to  a  higher  and  nobler  national  life. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

The  world's  history  is  a  divine  poem,  of  which  the  history 
of  every  nation  is  a  canto,  and  every  man  a  word.  Its 
strains  have  been  pealing  along  down  the  centuries,  and 
though  there  have  been  mingled  the  discords  of  waning 
canon  and  dying  men,  yet  to  the  christian,  philosopher  and 
historian — the  humble  listener —  there  has  been  a  divine 
melody  running  through  the  song  which  speaks  of  hope  and 
halcyon  days  to  come. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

As  a  giant  tree  absorbs  all  the  elements  of  growth  within 
its  reach,  and  leaves  only  a  sickly  vegetation  in  itsshadov.. 
so  do  towering  great  men  absorb  all  the  strength  and  glory 
of  their  surroundings,  and  leave  a  dearth  of  greatness  for  a 
whole  generation. 

James  A.  Garfield. 

Young  men  talk  of  trusting  to  the  spur  of  the  occasion. 
That  trust  is  vain.  Occasions  cannot  make  spurs.  If  you 
expect  to  wear  spurs  you  must  win  them.  If  you  wish  to 
use  them  you  must  buckle  them  to  your  own  heels  before 
you  go  into  the  fight. 

James  A.   Garfield. 

During  a  hundred  and  sixty  years  the  liberty  of  our  press 
has  been  constantly  becoming  more  and  more  entire  ;  and 
during  those  hundred  and  sixty  years  the  restraint  imposed 
on  writers  by  the  general  feeling  of  readers,  has  been  con- 
stantly becoming  more  strict. 

Macaulay. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  373 

There  never  was  a  good  war  or  a  bad  peace. 

Franklin. 

The  most  capital  advantage  an  enlightened  people  can 
enjoy  is  the  liberty  of  discussing  every  subject  which  can 
fall  within  the  compass  of  the  human  mind  ;  while  this  re- 
mains, freedom  will  flourish;  but  should  it  be  lost  or  im- 
paired, its  principles  will  neither  be  well  understood  nor  long 

retained. 

Robert  Hall. 

The  modern  newspaper  is  not  merely  a  private  enterprise. 
It  is  as  truly  a  public  institution  as  the  railway  and  the  tele- 
graph; and  enlightened  jurisprudence  will  declare  that  the 
public  newspaper,  encouraged  and  protected  by  the  highest 
guaranties  of  constitutional  law,  as  indispensable  to  a  free 
government,  is  subject,  not  to  the  narrow  and  rigid  rules 
which  apply  to  merely  private  callings,  but  to  broad  and 
equitable  principles,  springing  out  of  its  relation  to  the  pub- 
lic, and  its  duty  to  serve  the  people  in  the  collection  and 
publication  of  information  relating  to  all  their  interests- 
The  business  of  journalism  is  no  longer  a  mere  incident  to 
the  printer's  trade.  It  has  become  a  great  and  learned  pro- 
fession, with  honored  fraternal  organizations.  The  govern 
ment  should  also  consider  that  the  newspaper  is,  after  all  due 
allowance  for  our  system  of  schools,  the  great  educator  of 
the  masses  of  the  people.  It  visits  them  from  day  to  day 
or  from  week  to  week;  induces  them  to  read,  and  compelr 
them  to  think.  The  man  who  reads  a  newspaper  is  a  citizen 
of  the  world.  He  feels  an  interest  in  the  people  of  all  lands, 
for  their  doings  are  brought  home  to  his  door.  He  learns  to 
deplore  their  misfortunes,  and  to  rejoice  in  their  achieve- 
ments. This  knowledge  enlarges  the  world  in  which  his 
soul  lives.  In  some  degree  it  ennobles  him.  He  feels  the 
greatness  of  his  own  country,  and  the  dignity  and  power  of 
the  government  that  administers  its  affairs. 

C.  C.  Bonney. 


374  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

And  the  newspaper  is  also  the  great  agency  of  progress  in 
all  reforms.  Abuses  do  not  reform  themselves;  and  few  re- 
forms originate  within  the  circles  where  evils  are  entrenched. 
Nearly  all  reforms  have  humble  beginnings,  and  suffer  many 
tribulations  before  they  command  success.  The  newspapers 
bring  them  to  the  attention  of  the  public,  and  state  the  argu- 
ments urged  in  their  favor.  Slowly  the  work  goes  on,  and 
finally  the  public  mind  is  changed,  and  a  measure  which  at 
first  seems  hopeless  advances  to  the  front,  conquers,  and  is 
crowned.  By  the  voice  of  the  newspaper  public  opinion 
proclaims  its  imperious  decrees.  By  virtue  of  a  free  press, 
the  people  reigns.  Acting  harmoniously  in  their  respective 
spheres,  free  government  and  the  free  press  are  joint  con- 
servators of  law,  order  and  peace  ;  each  the  most  powerful 
friend  and  upholder  of  the  other.  Paraphrasing  a  statement 
of  the  relation  of  the  Coliseum  to  the  Roman  empire,  as  the 
symbol  of  its  power  and  glory,  we  may  truly  declare  that, 

While  stands  the  press,  free  government  shall  stand; 
"Without  the  other,  neither  can  endure. 

C.  C.  Bonney. 

To  give  a  man  a  full  knowledge  of  true  morality,  I  would 
send  him  to  no  other  book  than  the  New  Testament. 

Locke. 

False  men  are  not  to  be  taken  into  confidence,  nor  fear- 
ful men  into  a  post  that  requires  resolution. 

IS  Estrange. 

Strong  men  have  strong  convictions,  and  one  man  with 

a  belief  is  greater  than  a  thousand  that  have  only  interests. 

Partisanship  is  opinion  crystalized,  and  party  organizations 

are   the     scaffoldings    whereon   citizens  stand    while    they 

build  up  the  wall   of  their  national  temple.     Organizations 

may   change   or  dissolve,   but  when   parties  cease  to   exist, 

liberty  will  perish. 

James  A.  Garfield. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  375 

Was  James  A.  Garfield  great?  Ask  those  early  years, 
when  adverse  winds  always  assailed  his  bark  ;  ask  the 
nights  of  study  ;  ask  the  schools  where  he  taught ;  ask  the 
place  where  he  worshiped ;  ask  the  halls  where  he 
helped  enact  wise  laws  ;  ask  the  battle-fields  where  he  led 
soldiers ;  ask  the  magnificent  capitol  where  he  was 
crowned  as  Republicans  crown  their  chieftains  ;  ask  the 
cottage  where  he  died.  If  out  of  the  answers  to  these 
questions  there  comes  not  the  witness  of  greatness,  the  hu- 
man heart  must  henceforth  toil  and  long  in  vain. 

David  Swing. 

Impossible! — it  is  not  good  French. 

Napoleon. 

It  is  necessary  to  try  to  surpass  one's  self  always;  this 
occupation  ought  to  last  as  long  as  life. 

Queen  Christiana. 

What  was  said  by  the  Latin  poet  of  labor — that  it  con- 
quers all  things — is  much  more  true  when  applied  to  im- 
pudence. 

Fielding. 

Clocks  will  go  as  they  are  set;  but  man,  irregular  man, 
is  never  constant,  never  certain. 

Otway. 

The  most  perfect  would  be  the  most  exacting  and  se- 
vere; but,  fortunately,  mercy  is  one  of  the  attributes  of 
perfection. 

J.  F.  Boyes. 

There  are  cases  in  which  a  man  would  have  been 
ashamed  not  to  have  been  imposed  on.  There  is  a  confi- 
dence necessary  to  human  intercourse,  and  without  which, 
men  are  more  injured    by  their  suspicions    than  they  could 

be  by  the  perfidy  of  others. 

Burke. 


376  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Inconstancy  falls  off  ere  it  begins. 


Shakespeare. 


To  have  the  tastes  of  a  gentleman  and  the   purse  of  a 
beggar  is  about  the  height  of  human  misery. 


Nothing  is  so  contemptible  as  that  affectation  of  wis- 
dom, which  some  display,  by  universal  incredulity. 

Goldsmith. 

The  power  of  choosing  right  or  wrong  makct  man  a 
moral  agent ;  his  actually  choosing  wrong,  mal  es  him  a 
sinner. 

Lyman  Beecher. 

It  is  in  the  heights  and  not  in  the  depths  of  their  man- 
hood, that  men  draw  nigh  and  rind  the  Infinite  Father. 

F.  F.  Fllinwood,  D.D. 

Mercy  abandons  the  arena  of  battle. 

Abbott. 

The  quality  of  mercy  is  not  strained; 

It  droppeth,  as  the  gentle  rain  from  heaven, 

Upon  the  place  beneath;  it  is  twice  blessed; 

It  blesseth  him  that  gives  and  him  that  takes; 

It  is  an  attribute  to  God  himself; 

And  earthly  power  doth  there  show  hkest  God's 

When  mercy  seasons  justice. 

Shakespeare. 

Mercy  turns  her  back  to  the  unmerciful. 

Quarles. 

Mercy  to  him  that  shows  it  is  the  rule. 

Cowper. 

Tn  disarming  Peter,  Christ  disarmed  every  soldier. 

Tertullian. 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  377 

Success  in  war,   like  charity  in  religion,  covers  a  multi 

tude  of  sins. 

Napier. 

There  is  strength  and  a  fierce  instinct,  even  in  common 
souls,  to  bear  up  manhood  with  a  stormy  joy  when  red 
swords  meet  in  lightning. 

Mrs.  Hemans. 

Paradoxical  as  it  may  appear,  war,  the  demon-scourge  of 
humanity,  seems  to  be  an  imperious  necessity,  arising  from 
the  very  constitution  of  created  things.  As  in  nature, 
deadly  malaria  would  sweep  our  race  from  earth  but  for 
t'  periodical  return  of  storm  and  tempest;  as  dreadful 
co-         r.tions  have  proved  the  only  things  capable  of  arrest- 

r  i  -  ravp^es  of  pestilence;  so  an  overruling  Providence 
ha-  I  ■"  ;  :h°1  nations  shall  pass  through  the  fierce  ordeal 
of     ■  lient  means  of   learning  those  lessons  of 

vir    i  .   in   which  are    derived    from  the  teachings 

of  adveioiiy.  V,  ar  is  the  great  purifier.  It  acts  as  a 
Nemesian  leveler,  and  stands  the  most  terrible  but  efficient 
instrument  wielded  by  the  Eternal  Renovator.  In  the 
struggle  of  its  death-throes,  it  heaves  the  moral  elements 
with  convulsions,  and  purifies  an  atmosphere  too  long  sur- 
charged with  discontent  and  corruption.  It  gives  a  new 
impulse  to  thought,  breaks  up  old,  worn-out  customs,  sweeps 
away  burdensome  institutions,  throws  open  new  channels 
of  commerce,  preserves  the  political  balance  between  the 
nations,  widens  the  sphere  of  human  action,  and  carries  the 
world  forward  in  its  career  of  destiny. 

What,  though  countless  millions  of  the  "storied  brave" 
have  gone  forth,  never  to  return!  What,  though  the  pierc- 
ing wail  of  anguish  has  gone  up  from  many  a  saddened 
home!  What,  though  the  pleading  voice  of  Christianity 
has  uttered  its  sentenc  •  of  condemnation  upon  war  and 
stamped  criminality  upon  its  very  forehead!  the  bloody  scep- 
tre is  yet  swayed  over  prostrate  nations,  and  the  sword  still 


O/O  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

glitters  in  the  haze  of  battle.  New  nations  rise  upon  the 
ruins  of  past  years,  and  again  the  earth  trembles  with  the 
tramp  of  armies;  again  banners  are  seen  waving  over  fields 
of  military  fame;  again  the  war-notes  of  the  trumpet  are 
heard  above  the  din  of  clashing  steel;  and  again,  waters 
that  gently  murmur  over  scenes  of  past  naval  conflict  are 
whitened  by  the  gallant  barks  that  spread  their  sails  in 
search  of  plunder  and  renown. 

I  have  thought  of  war  until  my  very  dreams  were  mimic 
battles.  There  is  something  grand  and  imposing  in  the 
"magnificently  stern  array," — something  attractive  and  in- 
spiring in  that  daring  intrepidity  that  surmounts  the  most 
difficult  obstacles  of  nature — leading  on  to  conquest  and  to 
glory.  The  Muse  of  History  has  painted  the  superb  ap- 
pearance of  marshaled  troops,  and  thrown  a  bewildering 
fascination  around  the  brilliant  charge.  Poetry  has  "  lent 
the  magic  of  its  numbers  to  the  narrative  of  blood  ;"  paint- 
ing has  blended  its  choicest  colors  to  picture  the  tented 
field  ;  eloquence  has  breathed  its  sweetest  accents  in  honor 
of  the  "  unreturning  brave  ;"  and  the  novelist  has  wandered 
through  imagination's  enchanted  halls  to  do  homage  at  the 
shrine  of  heroism.  From  Homer  to  Tennyson,  the  grainiest, 
mightiest  strains  of  poetry  have  been  employed  in  celebra- 
ting the  achievements  of  Bellona  and  Mars  ;  and,  to-day, 
with  all  our  boasted  nearness  to  the  millennium,  the  war- 
element  of  the  world  is  greater  than  ever  before. 

But  this  is  war  in  its  pleasantest  aspect.  There  is  another 
and  a  sadder  view.  Mathemathics  would  fail  to  compute 
its  horrors,  and  the  tongue  of  eloquence  would  falter  at  a 
description  of  its  woes.  Ten  thousand  inhuman  fields,  crim- 
soned with  the  blood  of  the  slain,  and  white  with  the 
unburied  bones  of  the  tombless  dead,  dot,  like  leprous  spots, 
the  face  of  earth  and  raise  their  Armageddon  cry  to  heaven! 
From  Leuctra  to  Solferino,  from  Marathon  to  Fort  Donelson, 
from  the  siege  of  Jerusalem  to  the  fall  of  Richmond — the 
ghostly  columns  troop  in    swift  review  before  the  startled 


GOLDEN    NUGGETS.  379 

imagination — a  mighty  host !  Who  can  number  them  ? 
If  our  hearts  were  marble,  they  should  bleed  ;  if"  our  eyes 
were  flint,  they  should  melt  with  tears,  when  we  think  of 
the  "  unreturning  brave"  who  have  fallen  in  the  sacred 
struggle  for  imperiled  liberty,  and  now  sleep  beneath  the 
soil  their  self-devotion  has  consecrated  ;  or  who  have  been 
sacrificed  at  the  shrine  of  ambition  and  hurried  into  eter- 
nity without    a  moment's  preparation  to  meet  their  Judge! 

"How  are  the  mighty  fallen  in  the  midst  of  battle! " 
"  Take  the  wings  of  the  morning  and  flee  unto  the  uttermost 
parts  of  the  earth"  and,  behold!  the  "unreturning  brave" 
are  there!  They  lie  low  beneath  the  palms  of  the  Orient 
and  slumber  along  the  classic  banks  of  the  Mississippi  and 
Potomac.  They  sleep  in  glory  beneath  the  soil  of  every 
land,  and  lie  pillowed  on  the  coral  crags  of  every  sea.  The 
voice  of  thunder  cannot  wake  them — the  clamor  of  unrest 
and  the  echo  of  this  world's  strife  can  no  longer  disturb  the 
countless    millions  as  they  repose  in  the    embrace  of  death. 


If  silence  is  ever  golden  it  must  be  here  amid  the  graves 
of  fifteen  thousand  men  whose  lives  were  more  significant 
than  speech,  and  whose  death  was  a  poem,  the  music  of  which 
can  never  be  sung.  With  words  we  make  promises,  pledge 
faith,  praise  virtue.  Promises  may  not  be  kept ;  plighted 
faith  may  be  broken  ;  and  vaunted  virtue  may  be  only  the 
cunning  mask  of  vice.  We  do  not  know  one  promise  these 
men  made,  one  pledge  they  gave,  one  word  they  spoke,  but 
we  do  know  they  summed  up  and  perfected,  by  one  su- 
preme act,  the  highest  virtues  of  men  and  citizens.  For 
love  of  country  they  accepted  death,  and  thus  resolved  all 
doubts  and  made  immortal  their  patriotism  and  their  virtue. 
For  the  noblest  man  that  lives  there  still  remains  a  conflict. 
But  with  these  the  conflict  ended,  the  victory  was  won  when 
death  stamped  on  them  the  great  seal  of  heroic  character, 
and  closed  a  record  which  years  can  never  Mot. 

James  A.  Garfield  (Arlington  Heights  Oration). 


380  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  are  few  die  well  that  die  in  battle. 

Shakespeare. 

I  hear  the  hoarse-voiced  cannon  roar, 
The  red-mouthed  orators  of  war. 

Joaquin  Miller. 

The  Gospel  has  but  a  forced  alliance  with  war.  Its  doc- 
trine of  human  brotherhood  would  ring  strangely  between 
the  opposed  ranks. 

Chapin. 

Were  half  the  power  that  fills  the  world  with  terror, 
Were  half  the  wealth  bestowed  on  camps  and  courts, 

Given  to  redeem  the  human  mind  from  error, 
There  were  no  need  of  arsenals  and  forts. 

The  warrior's  name  would  be  a  name  abhorred! 

And  every  nation  that  should  lift  again 
Its  hand  against  its  brother,  on  its  forehead 

Would  wear  forevermore  the  curse  of  Cain! 

Down  the  dark  future,  through  long  generations, 
The  echoing  sounds  grow  fainter,  and  then  cease; 

And  like  a  bell,  with  solemn,  sweet  vibrations, 

I  hear  once  more  the  voice  of  Christ  say  "Peace!" 

Peace!  and  no  longer  from  its  brazen  portals 
The  blast  of  war's  great  organ  shakes  the  skies, 

But  beautiful  as  songs  of  the  immortals, 
The  holy  melodies  of  love  arise! 

Longfellow. 

Givex  the  character  of  a  man,  and  the  conditions  of  life 
around  him,  what  will  be  his  career  ?  Or,  given  his  career 
and  surroundings,  what  was  his  character  ?  Or,  given  his 
character  and  career,  of  what  kind  were  his  surroundings  ? 
The  relation  of  these  three  factors  to  each  other  is  severely 
logical.  From  them  is  deduced  all  genuine  history.  Char- 
acter is  the  chief  element,  for  it  is  both  a  result  and  a  cause 


LIGHT    INEXTINGUISHABLE.  381 

— a  result  of  influences  and  a  cause  of  results 

We  are  struck,  at  the  outset,  with  the  evenness  and  com- 
pleteness of  his  life.  There  were  no  breaks  in  it,  no  chasms, 
no  upheavals.  His  pathway  was  a  plane  of  continued  ele- 
vation  To  his  country  and  to  mankind,  he  has 

left  his  character  and  his  fame,  as  a  priceless  and  everlast- 
ing possession. 

James  A.  Garfield. 
(Memorial  Address  on  Gen.  George  H.  Thomas.) 


XXXIII. 
LIGHT    IN  EXTINGUISH  ABLE. 

Myriad  deadly  blows  have  been  aimed  at  the  very  heart  of 
the  Gospel,  but  every  thrust  has  been  parried,  and  the  relig- 
ion of  Jesus  remains  the  grand,  impregnable  fact  of  history 
— stunning  into  wonder  those  whom  it  has  not  subdued  into 
worship,  striking  with  awe  those  whom  it  has  not  melted 
into  contrition. 


One  thing  is  sure,  the  day  of  the  Lord  is  hastening  on. 
In  our  chronology  it  may  be  ages  in  the  future,  yet  in  that 
divine  chronology  by  which  a  thousand  years  is  as  one  day, 
it  is  ever  nigh.  The  admonitions  to  watchfulness  can  never 
be  profitless  to  any  of  us,  and  will  certainly  be  rigidly  ap- 
plicable in  some  period  of  the  world's  history,  and  so  the  sol- 
emn voice  goes  sounding  down  through  the  ages  :  "  Be  ye 
also  ready,  for  in  such  an  hour  as  ye  think  not,  the  Son  of 
man  cometh." 

President  W.  X.  N~inde,  D.D. 


382  GOLDEN   GLEAMS. 

We  know  what  would  be  the  effect  of  abating  faith  to 
nothing  among  men  as  clearly  as  we  know  what  would  be 
the  effect  of  blotting  the  sun  from  the  heavens.  AVe  know 
it  by  an  induction  as  broad  and  conclusive  as  ever  under- 
laid a  science.  It  means  disorder.  It  means  wickedness. 
It  means  the  decay  of  homes  and  governments.  It  means 
the  French  Revolution,  and  the  reign  of  such  men  as  Robes- 
pierre and  Mirabeau.  It  means  riot  and  uprising,  and  com- 
munistic excitement.  Life  would  then  be  but  a  burning, 
sandy  desert,  surrounded  on  all  sides  by  a  dark  and  impen- 
etrable horizon.  An  endless,  starless  night  would  settle 
over  the  world,  and  instead  of  the  hymn  of  praise  and  the 
song  of  hope  there  would  everywhere  be  heard  the  piercing 
wail  of  anguish  and  despair.  But  the  Church  cannot  be 
overthrown;  the  Bible  cannot  be  destroyed,  and  even  ac- 
cording to  Renan — "  whatever  may  be  the  surprises  of  the 
future,  Jesus  Christ  can  never  be  surpassed." 


Christianity  at  this  hour  reads  her  Scriptures,  and  lifts 
up  her  anthems,  in  two  hundred  languages.  One-half  of 
the  missionaries  of  the  globe  may  be  reached  from  Boston 
by  telegraph  in  twenty-four  hours.  God  is  making  com- 
merce his  missionary. 

Joseph  Cook. 

I  would  not  divorce  faith  from  reason;  on  the  contrary,  ] 
believe  free  religious  inquiry  is  a  duty,  that  argument  is  the 
basis  of  devotion,  and  that  the  proper  motives  to  religion  are 
the  proper  proofs  of  it;  nor  would  I  deny  to  mind  the  right 
of  thinking  for  itself,  and  of  exerting  its  faculties  in  the 
sphere  of  legitimate  discussion,  for  the  right  of  research  be- 
longs to  its  chainless  spirit  and  will  be  exercised;  but  I 
would  not  have  it  exalt  itself  above  God.  God  is  sovereign, 
reason  is  subordinate;  God  is  infinite,  eternal,  infallable; 
man  is  finite,  erring. 


LIGHT    INEXTINGUISHABLE.  383 

Christianity  now  stirs  men's  thoughts  more  than  ever. 
It  has  projected  itself  into  the  civilization  of  the  age 
with  the  fixedness  with  which  a  continent  thrusts  itself  into 
the  sea;  and  the  reason  of  this  is  plain.  It  is  because  it  has 
proved  itself  to  be  the  only  hope  of  the  world.  It  has 
brought  life  and  immortality  to  light,  and  has  given  man  a 
Savior  adapted  to  his  wants  and  able  and  willing  to  save  him. 
Millions  of  stricken  hearts  has  it  cheered;  bright  and  joyous 
has  been  the  light  which  it  has  thrown  over  the  pathway  of 
many  a  bewildered  life,  and  daring  indeed  is  the  tongue 
that  would  willfully  revile  or  blaspheme  it. 


The  church  of  Christ,  if  called  to  pass  again  through  the 
age  of  martyrdom,  would,  I  believe,  be  as  unflinching  in 
maintaining  the  truth,  or  in  sealing  her  testimony  in  blood, 
as  in  the  days  of  Ridley  and  Latimer,  or  in  the  earlier  age 
of  Perpetua  and  Felicita,  when  rich  and  poor,  bond  and  free, 
were  one  in  a  common  loyalty  to  the  truth  and  in  pouring 
out  their  blood  in  its  defense. 

Bishop  J.  F.  Hurst,  D.D.,  LL.  D. 

Christianity  is  strong  in  its  unity,  strong  in  its  simplicity, 
strong  in  its  splendid  literature,  strong  in  its  mingled  law 
and  grace — its  restriction  and  its  liberty,  strong  in  its  great 
stores  of  confessed  truth,  strong  in  the  sublimity  of  its  pro- 
posed aims  and  purposes,  strong  in  the  accord  of  its  facts 
and  doctrines  with  nature  and  experience,  strong  in  its 
adaptation  to  the  wants  of  mankind,  and  to  the  expanding 
civilization  of  the  world  which  it  has  created  and  fostered, 
strong  in  the  character  of  its  disciples  and  in  the  number 
and  ability  of  its  professors  and  defenders,  strong  in  its  su- 
periority to  all  other  religions,  strong  in  its  terrible  alterna- 
tion of  no  religion,  strong  in  its  prophecies  and  miracles  and 
apooalypses  and  ever  thronging  evidences. 


384  GOLDEN     GLEAMS. 

That  law  and  system,  self  caused  and  self  directed,  are 
sufficient  to  account  for  the  order  and  energy  of  the  uni- 
verse, is  the  serpent  falsehood  coiled  in  the  heart  of  modern 
infidelity.  But  whence  law?  Whence  S3rstem?  How  came 
they  to  exist  if  there  be  not  a  law-giver,  a  systematizer  who 
created  and  who  sustains  them?  Have  the  forces  of  nature 
any  inherent  life  or  power  in  themselves,  apart  from  the 
eternal  God  who  spoke  them  into  existence? 


Look  above  thee — never  eye 

Saw  such  pleasures  as  await  thee; 
Thought  ne'er  reached  such  scenes  of  joy 

As  are  there  prepared  to  meet  thee; 
Light  undying,  seraph's  lyres, 
Angel  welcomes,  cherub  choirs, 

Smiling  through  heaven's  doors  to  greet  thee. 

jBowring. 

We  cannot  despair  of  success.  What  though  the  dreary 
winter  of  the  world's  moral  life  may  have  lasted  far  longer 
than  the  eatrer  hopes  of  the  church  anticipated  ?  What 
though  the  thick  darkness  of  an  apparently  eternal  night 
may  have  hung  for  centuries  over  the  vast  majority  of  our 
race  ?  We  do  not,  we  cannot,  despair.  Not  suddenly — 
not  in  a  moment — was  it  reasonable  to  expect  that  the  bright 
and  blessed  change  would  come.  When  the  morning  dawns 
and  struggles  with  the  gloom  of  night,  how  doubtful,  how 
gradual  is  the  progress  of  the  conflict  !  Silently,  and  we 
know  not  when,  the  darkness  begins  to  melt  in  the  East,  but 
heavy  clouds  may  still  resist  the  splendor  of  the  sun.  Gleams 
of  the  coming  brightness  shoot  up  the  heavens,  their  lines 
of  glory  quiver  along  the  horizon,  and  prophesy  the  approach- 
ing day  ;  but  the  mists  still  hang  gloomily  in  the  skies,  and 
threaten  to  bring  the  hours  of  darkness  back  ;  and  yet  the 
ultimate  victory  of  the  light  is  secure. 

B.   W.  Dale. 


LIGHT    INEXTINGUISHABLE.  385 

Reject  the  universal  conviction  by  which  the  grandest 
thinkers  have  sanctioned  the  hope  of  the  humblest  Christian, 
and  you  are  at  once  servile  to  some  form  of  faith,  inconceiv- 
ably more  difficult  to  believe.  Infidelity  itself,  in  rejecting 
the  healthful  creeds  by  which  man  finds  his  safeguards  in 
faith  and  prayer,  invents  systems  of  belief,  compared  with 
which  the  mysteries  of  the  Christian  system  are  simple. 


Bathed  in  unfallen  sunlight, 

Itself  a  sun-born  gem, 
Fair  gleams  the  glorious  city, 
The  new  Jerusalem! 
City  fairest, 
Splendor  rarest, 

Let  me  gaze  on  thee  I 

Calm  in  her  queenly  glory, 
She  sits  all  joy  and  light; 
Pure  in  her  bridal  beauty, 
Her  raiment  festal-white, 
Home  of  gladness, 
Free  from  sadness, 
Let  me  dwell  in  thee! 

Horatius  Bonar. 

These  are  they  who,  with  the  Bible  in  their  hands  and  the 
wonders  of  creation  before  their  eyes,  hold  that  matter  can 
think  and  create;  that  order  is  the  result  of  chance;  that  life, 
beautiful,  splendid  and  momentous,  is  a  mere  phenomenon, 
soon  to  disappear  forever;  who  would  shiver  every  tomb, 
blot  out  every  remembrance,  congeal  every  affection  and 
wrest  the  universe  from  the  God  it  proclaims.  Their  aim  is 
to  literalize  nature,  to  denude  it  of  its  providence,  and  to 
leave  our  starving  souls,  bones  and  fossils  and  chemical  ele- 
ments and  nothing  else. 


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386  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  no  roof  in  all  the  world,  of  palace  or  of  cot, 

That  hideth  not    some  burdened   heart,  nigh  breaking  for 

its  lot; 
The  earth  is  sunk  in  pain  and  tears,  and  closer  draws  the 

gloom; 
And  light  or  balm  there  can  be  none,  till  Christ,  the  Lord, 

shall  come. 

"  O  morn,  when   like  a  summer   bird,  my   spirit   shall   go 

free, — 
When  I  shall  see  Thee  as  Thou  art,  and  be,  my  God,  like 

Thee! 
Like  Thee!  like  Thee!  All  spotless  white — this  heart,  this 

will,  as  Thine, 
O  love  of  God,  O  blood  of  Christ,  O  grace  and  power  divine! 

"  My  Saviour,  who  doth  know  the  thirst  the  longing  spirit 
feels, — 

O  Bridegroom,  now  so  long  afar,  why  stay  Thy  chariot- 
wheels? 

Were  ever  eyes  so  dim  with  grief,  breasts  so  oppressed  with 
care? 

Did  ever  hearts'so  yearn  to  catch  Thy  whisper  from  the  air?" 

Thou  lonely  one,  lift  up  thy  head,  array  thee  for  the  feast; 
He  that  hath  tarried  long  is  near — the  glow  is  in  the  East! 
O  Morning  Star,  so  soon  to  lead  Thy  chosen  one  away — 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  bring  in  the  everlasting  day! 


We  shape  ourselves  the  joy  or  fear 
Of  which  the  coming  life  is  made, 

And  fill  our  future's  atmosphere 
With  sunshine  or  with  shade. 

The  tissue  of  the  life  to  be 

We  weave  with  colors  all  our  own: 
And  in  the  field  of  destiny 

We  reap  as  we  have  sown. 


LIGHT    INEXTINGUISHABLE.  387 

Still  shall  the  soul  around  it  call 

The  shadows  which  it  gathered  here; 

And,  painted  on  the  eternal  wall, 
The  past  shall  reappear. 

Think  ye  the  notes  of  holy  song 
On  Milton's  tuneful  ear  have  died? 

Think  ye  that  Raphael's  angel  throng 
Has  vanished  from  his  side? 

Oh,  no!  we  live  our  life  again; 

Or  warmly  touched,  or  coldly  dim, 
The  pictures  of  the  past  remain — 

Man's  work  shall  follow  him. 

Whittier. 

It  is  unkind  and  improper  to  exult  over  a  triumph,  but 
the  signal  and  overwhelming  victory  achieved  by  Christian- 
ity over  the  compacted  might  of  her  assailants  should  awak- 
en a  universal  resonance  of  joy.  Pale  as  death,  red  as  blood, 
her  staggered  reeling  foes  have  gone  down,  and  are  now  go- 
ing down,  as  though  smitten  by  the  wrath  of  God, 
while  the  Church  of  Christ,  "as  old  as  the  centuries 
and  as  young  as  the  future, "  still  goes  forth  and  will 
continue  to  go  forth,  not  as  in  the  old  crusading 
days,  clad  in  visible  armor  and  bearing  an  earthly  sword, 
but  "with  length  of  days  in  her  right  hand,  and  in  her  left 
hand  riches  and  honor."  With  the  love  of  Jesus  beaming 
in  her  face,  and  the  sweet  offer  of  salvation  on  her  lips,  she 
will  yet  gladden  the  dark  places  of  earth,  and  win  back  the 
world  to  God. 


Bkeak,  O  Morning,  break  on  the  souls  that  are  in  the 
night  of  sin;  and  on  our  graves,  break,  O  Morning  of  the 
Everlasting  Day! 

C.  F.  Deems,  D.D. 


388  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

XXXIY. 
VESPER  VOICES. 

Voices,  sweeping  through  all  time,  peal, 
Like  the  eternal  thunders  of  the  duep, 
Into  my  ears  the  truth,  Thou  livest  forever  ! 

Byron. 

In  that  hour,  which  of  all  the  twenty-four  is  most  em- 
blematical of  heaven,  and  suggestive  of  repose,  the  even- 
tide, in  which  instinctively  Isaac  went  into  the  fields  to 
meditate — when  the  work  of  the  day  is  done,  when  the 
mind  has  ceased  its  tension,  when  the  passions  are  lulled 
to  rest  in  spite  of  themselves,  by  the  spell  of  the  quiet  star- 
lit sky — it  is  then  amidst  the  silence  of  the  lull  of  all  the 
lower  parts  of  our  nature,  that  the  soul  comes  forth  to  do  its 
work.  Then  the  peculiar,  strange  work  of  the  soul,  which 
the  intellect  cannot  do,  meditation  begins;  awe  and  wor- 
ship, and  wonder  are  in  full  exercise;  and  love  begins  then 
its  purest  form  of  mystic  adoration,  and  pervasive  and  un- 
defined tenderness,  separate  from  all  that  is  coarse  and 
earthly,  swelling  as  if  it  would  embrace  the  All  in  its  de- 
sire to  bless,  and  lose  itself  in  the  sea  of  the  love  of  God. 
This  is  the  rest  of  the  soul — the  exercise  and  play  of  all  the 
nobler  powers. 

F.  W.  Robertson. 

If  you  live  in  the  neglect  of  secret  prayer,  you  neglect 
all  the  worship  of  God;  for  he  that  prays  only  when  he 
prays  with  others  would  not  pray  at  all,  were  it  not  that  the 
eves  of  others  were  upon  him;  yea,  he  that  would  not  pray 
where  none  but  God  sees  him,  manifestly  does  not  pray  at 
all. 


VESPEE    VOICES.  389 

The  years  back  of  us  are  full  of  voices — voices  eloquent 
and  pathetic.  You  who  have  lived  long,  have  stood  over 
the  grave  of  many  an  early  dream.  Success,  when  it  came, 
was  not  what  you  thought  it  would  be,  and  even  success 
has  often  been  denied  you.  You  have  watched  by  the 
couch  of  many  a  hope,  and  seen  it  fail  and  die.  You  have 
buried  many  a  bright  expectation,  and  laid  the  memorial 
wreath  over  many  a  joy.  When,  alone  by  yourself  at 
times,  you  close  your  eyes  and  think,  these  memories  be- 
come oppressive.  Withered  garlands  are  there,  and  brok- 
en rings,   and   vases  once   fragrant   with  flowers,   and    the 

white  faces  of  those  that  sleep. 

Bev.W.  H.  H.  Murray. 

I  hear  a  voice  you  cannot  hear, 

Which  says  I  must  not  stay; 
I  see  a  hand  you  cannot  see, 

Which  beckons  me  away. 

Tic/cell. 

Clear  as  the  silver  call 
Of  Israel's  trumpets  on  her  holy  days, 
Calling  her  children  from  all  walks  and  ways, 

The  church's  accents  fall; 

Joyful,  and  yet  how  grave; 
Bidding  us  kneel  with  faces  to  the  East, 
And  watch  for  Him,  our  Sacrifice  and  Priest, 

Who  cometh,  strong  to  save. 

Christmas  Carol. 

I  like  the  silent  church  before  the  service  begins  better 
than  any  preaching. 

Emerson. 

A  beautiful  church  is  a  sermon  in  stone,  and  its  spire  a 
finger  pointing  to  heaven. 

Schaff. 


390  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Heaven  will  be  the  sweet  surprise  of  a  perfect  explana- 
tion. 

Robert  Price,  D.I). 

Piety  sat  with  tearful  eye  by  the  side  of  patriotism. 

Herriclc  -Johnson,  D.D. 

Prayer  is  a  golden  key,  which  should  open  the  morning 
and  lock  up  the  evening. 

Bishop  Hopkins. 

Prayer  is  so  mighty  an  instrument  that  no  one  ever 
thorougly  mastered  all  its  keys.  They  sweep  along  the  in- 
finite scale  of  man's  wants  and  of  God's  goodness. 

Hugh  Miller. 

Prayer  is  not  overcoming  God's  reluctance,  it  is  laying 
hold  of  His  highest  willingness. 

Archbishop  Trench. 

Many  of  the  psalms  begin  mournfully  and  end  triumph- 
antly, to  show  us  the  prevailing  power  of  devotion,  and 
convince  us  of  the  certain  return  of  prayer. 

Bishop  Home. 

Prayer  is  the  application  of  want  to  Him  who  only  can 
relieve  it,  the  voice  of  sin  to  Him  who  alone  can  pardon  it. 
It  is  the  urgency  of  poverty,  the  prostration  of  humility, 
the  fervency  of  penitence,  the  confidence  of  trust.  It  is 
not  eloquence,  but  earnestness;  not  the  definition  of  happi- 
ness, but  the  feeling  of  it;  not  figures  of  speech,  but  com- 
punction of  soul.  It  is  the  "  Lord,  save  us  or  we  perish," 
of  drowning  Peter;    the  cry  of  faith  to  the  ear  of  mercy. 

Hannah  More. 

Disgrace  clings  to  no  man  after  repentance,  any  more 
than  the  feet  defiled  with  the  mud  of  the  world  come  yet 
soiled  and  polluted  from  the  cleansing  bath. 

Spur g  eon. 


VESPER    VOICES.  391 

More  things  are  wrought  by  prayer 

Than  this  world  dreams  of.     Wherefore  let  thy  voice 

Rise  like  a  fountain  both  by  night  and  day. 

For  what  are  men  better  than  sheep  or  goats 

That  nourish  a  blind  life  within  the  brain, 

If,  knowing  God,  they  lift  not  hands  of  prayer, 

Both  for  themselves  and  those  who  call  them  friends? 

For  so  the  whole  round  earth  is  every  way 

Bound  by  gold  chains  about  the  feet  of  God. 


Lord,  what  a  change  within  us,  one  short  hour 
Spent  in  thy  presence  will  avail  to  make! 
What  heavy  burdens  from  our  spirits  take! 
What  parched  grounds  refresh  as  with  a  shower! 
We  kneel,  and  all  around  us  seems  to  lower; 
We  rise,  and  all,  the  distant  and  the  near, 
Stands  forth  in  sunny  outline,  brave  and  clear. 

We  kneel,  how  weak!     We  rise,  how  full  of  power! 

Why,  therefore,  should  we  do  ourselves  this  wrong, 

Or  others,  that  we  are  not  always  strong; 

That  we  are  ever  overborne  with  care, 

That  we  should  ever  weak  or  heartless  be, 

Anxious,  or  troubled,  when  with  us  is  prayer, 

And  joy,  and  strength,  and  courage,  are  with  Thee? 


Giants  in  the  closet  are  often  but  pigmies  in  the  world. 

Phmier. 

He  prayeth  well,  who  loveth  well 

Both  man,  and  bird,  and  beast; 
He  prayeth  best,  who  loveth  best 

All  things,  both  great  and  small; 
For  the  dear  God  who  loveth  us, 

He  made  and  loveth  all. 

Coleridge. 


392  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Thy  business  on  earth  was  to  watch  over  and  pray  for  us, 
and  so  faithfully,  so  fervently,  was  it  done,  that  the  blessing 
of  Thine  intercession  is  not  exhausted,  but,  like  a  dew  from 
God,  will  drop  down  upon  us  as  long  as  we  live. 

Tholuck. 

Meditate  long,  meditate  humbly,  on  what  it  is  to  have  a 
Creator,  and  a  comfort  will  come  at  last.  If  broad  daylight 
should  never  be  yours  on  this  side  of  the  grave,  He  will 
hold  your  feet  in  the  twilight  that  they  shall  not  stumble, 
and,  at  last,  with  all  the  more  love,  and  all  the  more  speed 
as  well,  He  will  fold  you  to  His  bosom,  who  is  Himself  the 
Light  Eternal. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

Upon  many  minds  long  hardened  by  sin,  remorse  has  no 
more  effect  than  have  the  shadows  that  chase  each  other 
upon  the  solid  rock.  The  sunshine  of  God's  unfailing  mer- 
cies soon  dispels  the  gloom  and  all  seems  bright  again. 

William  Rudder,  J). I). 

Of  all  acts,  is  not,  for  man,  repentance  the  most  divine? 
The  deadliest  sin  were  the  consciousness  of  no  sin.  The 
heart  so  conscious  is  divorced  from  sincerity,  humility  and 
fact.  Hence  the  experience  of  David  is  the  truest  emblem 
of  man's  moral  progress  and  warfare  ever  written. 

Carlyle. 

A  man  of  long  experience  in  sin  is  always  a  worse  man 
than  he  seems  to  himself  to  be.  The  day  of  judgment  is 
to  be  a  day  of  fearful  surprises  and  overwhelming  revolu- 
tions in  self-knowledge. 

Austin  JPhelps. 

There  are  ascending  and  progressive  epochs  in  Chris- 
tian experience;  duty  and  service,  privilege  and  sonship, 
honor  and  heirship,  glory  and  kingship. 

C  leghorn. 


VESPER   VOICES.  393 

It  is  an  introspection  on  which  all  religion  has  been  built, 
man  going  into  himself,  and  seeing  the  struggle  within 
him,  and  thence  getting  self-knowledge,  and  thence  knowl- 
edge of  God. 

Canon  Mosely. 

Religion-  would  not  have  enemies,  if  it  were  not  an  en- 
emy to  their  vices. 

Massillon. 

Many  have  puzzled  themselves  about  the  origin  of  evil. 
I  am  content  to  observe  that  there  is  evil,  and  that  there  is 
a  way  to  escape  from  it,  and  with  this  I  begin  and  end. 

John  Newton. 

A  true  repentance  shuns  the  evil  itself 
More  than  the  external  suffering  or  the  shame. 

jShakesjjeare. 

Ask  thyself  at  evening:  What  that  is  immortal  have  I 
done  to-day?  Until  thou  hast  conquered,  say  nothing  of 
thy  secret  strife.  The  good  which  thou  hast  done,  forget, 
and  do  something  better.  All  forms  which  are  of  man's 
make,  God's  hand  shatters;  break  them  not,  but  put  into 
the  form  so  much  spirit  that  something  everlasting  may  re- 
main for  you  if  all  forms  be  shattered. 

Lavater. 

I  feel,  when  I  have  sinned,  an  immediate  reluctance  to 
go  to  Christ.  I  am  ashamed  to  go.  I  feel  as  if  it  would 
do  no  good  to  go — as  if  it  were  making  Christ  a  minister  of 
sin,  to  go  straight  from  the  swine-trough  to  the  best  robe — 
and  a  thousand  other  excuses.  I  am  persuaded  there  is 
neither  peace  nor  safety  from  deeper  sin  but  in  going  direct- 
ly to  the  Lord.  This  is  God's  way  of  peace  and  holiness. 
It  is  folly  to  the  world  and  the  beclouded  heart,  but  it  is  the 

way. 

JlcCheyne. 


394  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

There  is  so  much  more  good  than  evil  in  human  nature, 
that  he  who  trusts  everybody  will,  in  the  long  run,  make 
fewer  mistakes  than  he  who  suspects  everybody. 

Philadelphia  Ledger. 

Coming  to  Jesus  is  the  desire  of  the  heart  after  Him. 
It  is  to  feel  our  sin  and  misery,  to  believe  that  He  is  able 
and  willing  to  pardon,  comfort  and  keep  us;  to  ask  Him  to 
help  us,  and  to  trust  in  Him  as  in  a  friend.  To  have  the 
same  feelings  and  desires  as  if  He  were  visibly  present,  and 
we  came  and  implored  him  to  bless  us,  is  to  come  to  Him, 
though  we  do  not  see  His  face  nor  hear  His  voice.  The 
penitent's  desire  for  pardon,  his  prayer,  "Lord,  save  me;  I 
perish  " — this  is  coming  to  Him. 

Newman  Hall. 

A  Sabbath  well  spent  brings  a  week  of  content, 
And  health  for  the  toils  of  to-morrow; 

But  a  Sabbath  profaned,  what  e'er  may  be  gained, 
Is  a  certain  forerunner  of  sorrow. 

Sir  Matthew  Hale. 

Sundays  the  pillars  are 
On  which  heaven's  palace  arched  lies; 

The  other  days  fill  up  the  spare 
And  hollow  room  with  vanities; 
They  are  the  fruitful  beds  and  borders 

In  God's  rich  garden;  that  is  bare 
Which  parts  their  ranks  and  orders. 

George  Herbert. 

If  the   end  of  one   mercy  were    not    the    beginning    of 
another,  we  were  undone. 

Philip  Henry. 

I  have  lived  to  thank  God  that  all  my  prayers  have  not 
been  answered. 

Jean  Ingelow. 


VESPER    VOICES.  395 

There  is  an  evening  twilight  of  the  heart, 

When  its  wild  passion-waves  are  lulled  to  rest, 
And  the  eye  sees  life's  fairy  scenes  depart, 

As  fades  the  day-beam  in  the  rosy  West. 
'T  is  with  a  nameless  feeling  of  regret 

We  gaze  upon  them  as  they  melt  away, 
And  fondly  would  we  bid  them  linger  yet, 

But  hope  is  round  us  with  her  angel-iay, 
Hailing  afar  some  happier  moonlight  hour; 
Dear  are  her  whispers  still,  though  lost  their  early 
power. 

Ha  I  leek. 

When  I  look  around  me  and  see  how  few  of  the  compan- 
ions of  earlier  years  are  left  to  me,  I  think  of  a  summer 
residence  at  a  bathing-place.  AVhen  you  arrive,  you  first 
become  acquainted  with  those  who  have  already  been  there 
some  weeks,  and  who  leave  you  in  a  few  days.  This  sepa- 
ration is  painful.  Then  you  turn  to  the  second  generation, 
with  which  you  live  a  good  while,  and  become  really  inti- 
mate. But  this  goes  also,  and  leaves  us  lonely  with  the  third, 
which  comes  just  as  we  are  going  away,  and  with  which  we 
have,  properly,  nothing  to  do.  I  have  ever  been  considered 
one  of  fortune's  favorites;  nor  can  I  complain  of  the  course 
my  life  has  taken,  yet  truly,  there  has  been  nothing  but 
toil  and  care;  and,  in  my  seventy- fifth  year,  I  may  say  that 
I  have  never  had  four  weeks  of  genuine  pleasure.  The 
stone  was  ever  to  be  rolled  up  anew. 

Goethe. 

There  are  some  great  troubles  that  only  time  can  heal,  and 
perhaps  some  that  can  never  be  healed  at  all;  but  all  can  be 
helped  by  the  great  panacea,  work.  When  grief  sits  down, 
folds  its  hands,  and  mournfully  feeds  upon  its  own  tears, 
weaving  the  dim  shadows,  that  a  little  exertion  might  sweep 
away  into  a  funeral  pall, — the  strong  spirit  is  shorn  of  its 
might,    and    sorrow    becomes  our   master. 


396  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

This,  after  all,  we  believe,  is  the  tone  of  true  wisdom 
and  true  virtue,  and  that  to  which  all  good  natures  draw 
nearer,  as  they  approach  the  close  of  life,  and  come  to  act 
less,  and  to  know  and  to  meditate  more  on  the  varying  and 
crowded  scene  of  human  existence.  When  the  inordinate 
hopes  of  early  youth,  which  provoke  their  own  disappoint- 
ment, have  been  sobered  down  by  longer  experience  and 
more  extended  views;  when  the  keen  contentions  and  eager 
rivalries  which  employed  our  riper  age,  have  expired  or 
been  abandoned;  when  we  have  seen,  year  after  year,  the 
objects  of  our  fiercest  hostility,  and  of  our  fondest  af- 
fection, lie  down  together  in  the  hallowed  peace  of  the 
grave;  when  ordinary  pleasures  and  amusements  begin  to 
be  insipid,  and  the  gay  derision  which  seasoned  them  to 
appear  flat  and  importunate;  when  we  reflect  how, after  we 
have  mourned  and  been  comforted,  what  opposite  opinions 
we  have  successively  maintained  and  abandoned,  to  what 
inconsistent  habits  we  have  gradually  been  formed,  and 
how  frequently  the  objects  of  our  pride  have  proved  the 
sources  of  our  shame — we  are  naturally  led  to  recur  to 
the  careless  days  of  our  childhood,  and  from  that  distant 
starting-place  to  retrace  the  whole  of  our  career,  and  that 
of  our  contemporaries,  with  feelings  of  far  greater  humil- 
ity and  indulgence  than  those  by  which  it  had  been  actual- 
ly accompanied;  to  think  all  vain  but  affection  and  honor; 
the  simplest  and  cheapest  pleasures,  the  truest  and  most 
precious;  and  generosity  of  sentiment,  the  only  mental  su- 
periority which  ought  either  to  be  wished  for  or  admired. 

Lord  Jeffrey. 

Now,  soul,  be  very  still  and  go  apart. 

Fly  to  thy  inmost  citadel,  and  be  thou  still. 
Dost  thou  not  know  the  trembling,  shrinking  heart 

That  feels  the  shadow  of  some  coming  ill  ? 
Ah!  no.     'T  is  not  delusion;  some  kind  care 
Touches  thee,  soul,  and  whispers  thee:  "Beware  !" 


VESPER    VOICES.  397 

Hide  thee  awhile,  call  back  the  troublous  past: 

How  many  times  we  have  been  wakened  thus,   while  I 

Entered  the  dreadful  shadow,  all  aghast, 
And  found  beyond  it  a  far  brighter  sky; 

How  oft  the  low,  black  clouds  above  me  lay, 

And  some  sweet  wind  of  God  blew  them  away. 

Hide  thee  awhile,  call  back  the  happy  past: 

Thy  many  marvelous  mercies;  thy  delicious  days, 

When  sorrow  watched  thee  from  afar,  nor  cast 
One  shadow  o'er  love's  many  changing  ways; 

All  eyes  have  wept;  life  no  new  sorrow  has; 

Times  come  and  go;  but  God  is  where  He  was. 

So,  soul,  come  with  me,  and  be  sure  we'll  find 

A  little  sanctuary,  wherein  dwells  faith  and  prayer; 

Then,  if  misfortune  come,  cast  doubt  behind; 

We  shall  have  strength  to  fight  or  strength  to  bear; 

No  prisoners  of  evil  fate  are  we, 

For  in  our  breast  we  carry  Hopeful's  key. 

Mary  A.  Barr. 

No  soul  can  preserve  the  bloom  and  delicacy  of  its  ex- 
istence without  lonely  musing  and  silent  prayer,  and  the 
greatness  of  this  necessity  is  in  proportion  to  the  greatness 
of  the  soul. 

Farrar. 

Did  the  Eternal  fulfill  his  gracious  promises  on  the  in- 
stant, where  would  be  the  trial  of  faith,  and  our  confidence 
in  prayer? 

Grace  Aguilar. 

The  world  is  seldom  what  it  seems; 

To  man,  who  dimly  sees, 
Realities  appear  as  dreams, 

And  dreams,  realities. 

Moore. 


398  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

0!  winter  twilight,  while  the  moon 
Grows  whiter  on  the  deepening  blue, 
I  find  some  brief-lived  thoughts  in  you, 

That  rise  not  in  the  night  or  noon, 

Of  faded  loves,  that  once  were  sweet, 
But  now  are  neither  sweet  nor  sad; 
Of  hopes  that,  distant,  looked  so  glad, 

Yet  lie,  unnoticed,  at  our  feet. 

Of  these  I  think,  until  the  red 
Has  wasted  from  the  western  sky, 
And  royal  reigns  the  moon  on  high; 

What  profits  to  lament  the  dead? 

Small  profit!  yet  in  dreams  that  hold 
One  hand  to  forward,  one  to  past, 
We  stay  the  years  that  fly  so  fast, 

And  link  our  new  lives  to  the  old. 

F.   W.  Bourdillon. 

Abide  with  me;  fast  falls  the  eventide; 
The  darkness  deepens;  Lord,  with  me  abide; 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O,  abide  with  me! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see; 
O,  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave,  thy  victory? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

Henry  Francis  Lyte. 

Beyond  the  stars  that  shine  in  golden  glory, 

Beyond  the  calm,  sweet  moon, 
Up  the  bright  ladder  saints  have  trod  before  thee, 

Soul!   thou  must  venture  soon. 


EVENING    LAMPS.  399 

XXXV. 
EVENING  LAMPS. 

The  day  hath  gone  to  God, 
Straight,  like  an  infant's  spirit,  or  a  mocked 
And  mourning  messenger  of  grace  to  man. 

Bailey. 

Were  there  no  night  we  could  not  read  the  stars, 
The  heavens  would  turn  into  a  blinding  glare; 

Freedom  is  best  seen  through  the  prison  bars, 
And  rough  seas  make  the  haven  passing  fair. 

We  cannot  measure  joys  but  by  their  loss, 
When  blessings  fade  away  we  see  them  then; 

Our  richest  clusters  grow  around  the  cross, 
And  in  the  nisxlit-time  angels  singe  to  men. 

The  seed  must  first  lie  buried  deep  in  earth, 

Before  the  lily  opens  to  the  sky; 
So  "  light  is  sown,"  and  gladness  has  its  birth, 

In  the  dark  deeps  where  we  can  only  cry. 

"Life  out  of  death"  is  heaven's  unwritten  law; 

Nay,  it  is  written  in  a  myriad  forms; 
The  victor's  palm  grows  on  the  fields  of  war, 

And  strength  and  beauty  are  the  fruit  of  storms. 

Come,  then,  my  soul,  be  brave  to  do  and  bear; 

Thy  life  is  bruised  that  it  may  be  more  sweet; 
The  cross  will  soon  be  left,  the  crown  we'll  wear; 

Nay,  we  will  cast  it  at  our  Savior's  feet. 

And   up  among  the  glories  never  told, 
Sweeter  than  music  of  the  marriage-bell, 

Our  hands  will  strike  the  vibrant  harp  of  gold 
To  the  glad  song,  "  He  doeth  all  things  well." 

Henry   Burton. 


400  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

'Tis  midnight's  holy  hour,  and  silence  now 
Is  brooding,  like  a  gentle  spirit,  o'er 
The  still  and  pulseless  world. 

George  D.  Prentice. 

Lead,  kindly  light!  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 

Lead  thou  me  on; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home; 

Lead  thou  me  on. 
Keep  thou  my  feet;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  pray'd  that  thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path;  but  now 

Lead  thou  me  on. 
I  loved  the  garish  day;  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will;  remember  not  past  years! 

So  long  thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile, 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 

John  Henry  Neicman. 

The  darkest  night  that  ever  fell  upon  the  earth  never 
hid  the  light,  never  put  out  the  stars.  It  only  made  the  stars 
more  keenly,  kindly  glancing,  as  if  in  protest  against  the 
darkness. 

George  Eliot. 

Innocent  sleep! 
Sleep  that  knits  up  the  ravelled  sleeve  of  care, 
The  death  of  each  day's  life,  sore  labor's  bath, 
Balm  of  hurt  minds,  great  nature's  second  course, 
Chief  nourisher  in  life's  feast. 

Shakespeare. 


EVENING    LAMPS.  401 

Beneath  this  starry  arch, 

Naught  resteth  or  is  still, 
But  all  things  hold  their  march, 
As  if  by  one  great  will; 
Moves  one,  moves  all. 
Hark  to  the  footfall! 
On,  on,  forever! 

Harriet  Martineau. 

Sometime,  when  all  life's  lessons  have  been  learned, 

And  sun  and  stars  forevermore  have  set, 
The  things  which  our  weak  judgment  here  has  spurned, 

The  things  o'er  which  we  grieved,  with  lashes  wet, 
Will  flash  before  us  out  of  life's  dark  night, 

As  stars  shine  most  in  deeper  tints  of  blue; 
And  we  shall  see  how  all  God's  plans  were  right, 

And  how  what  seemed  reproof  was  love  most  true. 


The  compensations  of  calamity  are  made  apparent  after 
long  intervals  of  time.  The  sure  years  reveal  the  deep 
remedial  force  that  underlies  all  fact. 

Emerson. 

Youth's  heritage  is  hope,  but  man's 
Is  retrospect  of  shattered  plans, 
And  doubtful  glances  cast  before. 


The  retrospect  of  youth  is  often  like  visiting  the  grave 
of  a  friend  whom  we  have  injured,  and  are  prevented  by 
his  death  from  the  possibility  of  making  reparation. 

Lanclon. 

A  Sorrow's  crown  of  sorrow  is  remembering  happier 
things. 

Tennyson. 

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102  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  heart,  when  broken,  is  like  sweet  gums  and  spices 
when  beaten;  for  as  such  cast  their  fragrant  scent  into  the 
nostrils  of  men,  so  the  heart,  when  broken,  casts  its  sweet 
smell  into  the  nostrils  of  God.  The  incense,  which  was  a 
type  of  prayer  of  old,  was  to  be  beaten  or  bruised,  and  so 
to  be  in  the  censer.  The  heart  must  be  beaten  or  bruised, 
and  then  the  sweet  scent  will  come  out. 

Bunyan. 

There  is  something  sustaining  in  the  very  agitation  that 
accompanies  the  first  shock  of  trouble,  just  as  an  acute  pain 
is  often  a  stimulus,  and  produces  an  excitement  which  is 
transient  strength.  It  is  in  the  slow  changed  life  that  fol- 
lows, in  the  time  when  sorrow  has  become  stale,  and  has  no 
longer  an  emotive  intensity  that  counteracts  its  pain;  in 
the  time  when  day  follows  day  in  dull,  expected  same- 
ness, and  trial  is  a  dreary  routine — it  is  then  that  despair 
threatens;  it  is  then  that  the  peremptory  hunger  of  the  soul 
is  felt,  and  eye  and  ear  are  strained  after  some  unlearned 
secret  of  our  existence,  which  shall  give  to  endurance  the 
nature  of  satisfaction. 

George  Eliot. 

"Wiie^"  doomed  to  feel  that  youth  is  o'er, 

That  spring  and  summer  both  have  fled, 
That  we  can  wake  to  life  no  more 

The  buds  and  blossoms  that  are  dead; 
That  evermore  the  years  will  steal 

Some  brightness  as  they  hurry  on, 
And  with  the  past  we  know  and  feel 

The  glory  of  our  life  is  gone; 

And  still,  the  skies  are  just  as  blue, 
The  golden  suns  as  warm  and  bright, 

No  star  has  lost  its  radiant  hue, 

Or  faded  from  the  crown  of  night; 

And  beauty's  cheek  is  still  as  fair, 


EVENING    LAMPS.  403 

The  songs  of  birds  as  sweet  at  morn, 
The  flowers  bloom,  and  in  the  air 
The  fragrance  of  the  spring  is  born; 

But   oh,  to  think  of  all  the  past, 

How  much  of  good  there  was  to  glean, 

How  little  came  to  us  at  last, 

And  yet,  and  yet,  what  might  have  been! 
How  shadows  gather  o'er  the  heart, 

The  night  winds  bear  a  sadder  strain; 
The  eves  grow  dim  with  tears  that  start, 

And  memory's  gates  we  close  in  vain. 


I  had  rather  as  a  forgiven  child,  with  all  the  prospects  of 
the  future  opened  unto  me,  wear  the  crown  purchased  by 
the  redeeming  love  of  Christ  than  that  which  is  worn  by 
the  unfallen  angels;  because  the  blessings  of  a  divine  atone- 
ment, through  a  divine  incarnation,  secured  to  the  soul  in 
harmony  with  the  conditions  of  the  Gospel,  reveal  the  char- 
acter of  God  in  a  way  impossible  to  be  made  known  to 
those  who  have  complied  with  all  the  law  demands;  and 
this  places  the  sinner,  penitent  and  forgiven,  on  a  platform 
of  experience  and  personal  relationship  to  God,  of  a  nature 
so  peculiar  and  so  extraordinary  as  to  throw  all  other  stars, 
glittering  never  so  brightly  in  the  heavenly  firmament,  into 
comparative  obscurity,  contrasted  with  the  exceptional 
brilliancy  of  that  state  which  involves  the  strange  anomaly 
of  justice  and  mercy  together,  the  law  sustained  and  the 
sinner  saved. 

Rev.  Phillips  Brooks. 

The  grave  buries  every  error,  covers  every  defect,  extin- 
guishes every  resentment.  Who  can  look  down  upon  the 
last  resting  place  even  of  an  enemy,  and  not  feel  a  com- 
punctious throb,  that  he  should  ever  have  warred  with  the 
poor  handful  of  earth  that  lies  moldering  before  him. 

1/Vash  in gton  Ir v ing. 


404  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

The  "Imitation  of  Christ"  was  written  by  a  hand  thai 
waited  for  the  heart's  promptings.  It  is  the  chronicle  of  a 
solitary,  hidden  anguish,  struggle,  trust,  and  triumph;  not 
written  on  velvet  cushions,  to  teach  endurance  to  those  whc 
are  treading  with  bleeding  feet  on  the  stones.  And  so  il 
remains  to  all  times  a  lasting  record  of  human  needs  and 
human  consolations;  the  voice  of  a  brother  who,  ages  ago. 
felt  and  suffered  and  renounced,  in  the  cloister,  perhaps. 
with  serge  gown  and  tonsured  head,  with  much  chanting 
and  long  fasts,  and  with  a  fashion  of  speed  different  frorr 
ours,  but  under  the  same  silent,  far-off  heavens,  and  with 
the  same  passionate  desires,  the  same  strivings,  the  same 
failures,  the  same  weariness. 

George  Eliot. 

Carest  Thou  not?     O  Thou  that  givest  life, 

Carest  Thou  not?     Who  art  the  love  Thou  teachest, 
While  half  Thy  children  perish  in  the  strife, 

For  lack  of  the  sweet  charity  Thou  preachest; 
The  eye  that  sees,  the  heart  that  longs  and  yearns 

For  beauty,  wealth,  and  calm  of  golden  hours; 
Or  Thou,  or  Nature,  gave  the  brain  that  burns, 

The  mind  that  chafes  to  use  its  latent  powers? 

Caught  in  the  bitter  net  of  circumstance, 

We  strive  and  faint  amid  each  baffling  fold, 
While  careless  fingers  take  or  miss  the  chance, 

Or  idle  with  the  precious  thing  they  hold; 
And  favored  darlings  of  the  world  look  down 

From  the  fair  height,  by  fate  or  birthright  given, 
Wondering  to  see  how  under  fortune's  frown 

Along  steep  paths  our  tired  feet  are  driven. 

Carest  Thou  not?     Our  prized  ambitions  fail, 
Our  dearest  droop,  in  dull  days  shadowed  too, 

Their  young  eyes  forced  to  read  the  weary  tale, 
While  their  vain  struggles  our  past  pangs  renew, 


EVENING    LAMPS.  405 

We  fain  would  see,  and  save,  and  live,  and  laugh; 

Fain  would  have  honest  heart  and  open  hand; 
Ah  !  hope  and  love  make  but  a  breaking  staff, 

When  'mid  our  shattered  dreams  alone  we  stand. 

Carest  Thou  not,  O  Lord?     Old  age  creeps  on, 

Blighting  each  lingering  bloom  we  dare  to  cherish; 
A  little  while,  and  the  last  day  is  done. 

Carest  Thou  not,  O  Lord,  because  we  perish? 
Ob,  stretch  the  right  hand,  strong  to  stay  and  save  ! 

Speak,  through  wild  winds  above,  wild  seas  beneath; 
Say,  despite  failing  life  and  opening  grave, 

"  Why  will  ye  doubt,  O  ye  of  little  faith?" 


O  Tirou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men! 

Who  once  appeared  in  humblest  guise  below, 
Sin  to  rebuke,  to  break  the  captive's  chain, 

And  call  Thy  brethren  forth  from  want  and  woe; 

We  look  to  Thee.    Thy  truth  is  still  the  light 
Which  guides  the  nations  groping  on  their  way, 

Stumbling  and  falling  in  disastrous  night, 
Yet  hoping  ever  for  the  perfect  day. 

Yes!  Thou  art  still  the  life;  Thou  art  the  way 

The  holiest  know;  light,  life,  and  way  to  heaven, 

And  they  who  dearest  hope  and  deepest  pray, 

Toil  by  the  light,  life,  way,  which  Thou  hast  given. 

Theodore  Parker. 

A  grave,  wherever   found,  preaches  a  short,  pithy    ser- 
mon to  the  soul. 

Hawthorne. 

I  never  saw  a  dying  Christian  who  had  not  dying  grace, 

and  certainly  he  who  can  help  us  to  die  can  also  help  us  to 

live. 

W.  S.  Plumer,  D.D. 


406  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Sigh  and  grieve  that  you  are  yet  so  carnal  and  worldly, 
and  your  passions  so  unmortified. 

That  you  are  so  full  of  corrupt  inclinations,  so  unguarde'! 
in  your  outward  senses,  so  often  ensnared  by  many  vain 
imaginations. 

So  much  inclined  to  outward  things,  so  negligent  as  to 
inward. 

So  ready  for  laughter  and  dissipation,  so  unready  foi 
weeping  and  compunction. 

So  prompt  for  relaxation  and  bodily  comfort,  so  disin- 
clined for  austerity  and  fervor. 

So  curious  to  hear  news  and  see  fine  sights,  so  slack  to 
embrace  what  is  lowly  and  common. 

So  eager  to  have  much,  so  sparing  in  giving,  so  close  in 
retaining. 

So  inconsiderate  in  speech,  so  unable  to  keep  silence,  so 
undisciplined  in  manners,  so  impetuous  in  actions. 

So  greedy  about  food,  so  deaf  to  the  word  of  God. 

So  hasty  to  take  rest,  so  slow  to  labor. 

So   wakeful  to  attend   to  stories,  so   sleepy  at  holy  vigils 

So  anxious  to  finish  devotions,  so  wandering  in  attention 

So  soon  distracted,  so  rarely  fully  recollected. 

So  suddenly  stirred  to  anger,  so  apt  to  take  offense. 

So  ready  to  judge,  so  relentless  in  reproving. 

So  joyful  in  prosperity,  so  weak  in  adversity. 

So  often  making  good  resolutions,  so  seldom  bringing 
them  to  good  effect. 

Thomas  a  Kempis. 

Laid  on  thine  altar,  O  my  Lord  divine! 

Accept  this  gift  to-day,  for  Jesus'  sake. 
I  have  no  jewels  to  adorn  thy  shrine, 

Nor  any  world-famed  sacrifice  to  make; 
But  here  I  bring,  within  my  trembling  hand, 

This  will  of  mine — a  thing  that  seemeth  small: 
And  thou  alone,  0  Lord,  canst  understand 


EVENING    LAMPS.  407 

How,  when  I  yield  thee  this,  I  yield  mine  all. 
Hidden  therein  thy  searching  gaze  canst  see 

Struggles  of  passion,  visions  of  delight, 
All  that  I  have,  or  am,  or  fain  would  be — 

Deep  loves,  fond  hopes,  and  longings  infinite; 
It  hath  been  wet  with  tears,  and  dimmed  with  sighs; 

Clenched  in  my  grasp  till  beauty  hath  it  none! 
Now,  from  thy  footstool,  where  it  vanquished  lies, 

The  prayer  ascendeth — May  thy  will  be  done! 
Take  it,  O  Father,  ere  my  courage  fail! 

And  merge  it  so  in  thine  own  will,  that  e'en 
If  in  some  desperate  hour  my  cries  prevail, 

And  thou  give  back  my  gift,  it  may  have  been 
So  changed,  so  purified,  so  fair  have  grown, 

So  one  with  thee,  so  filled  with  peace  divine, 
I  may  not  know  or  feel  it  as  mine  own, 

But,  gaining  back  my  will,  may  find  it  thine! 

New  York  Observer. 

Death  we  can  face;  but  knowing,  as  some  of  us  do,  what 
is  human  life,  which  of  us  is  it,  that  without  shuddering 
could,  if  consciously  we  were  summoned,  face  the  hour  of 
birth? 

De  Quincey. 

All  along  the  pathway  of  life  are  tombstones,  by  the 
side  of  which  we  have  promised  to  strive  for  heaven. 

Moody. 

Of  all  the  solemnities  of  which  the  mind  can  conceive, 
death  is  the  greatest.  There  may  be  here  and  there  an 
empty  heart  and  a  thoughtless  brain,  across  which  no 
churchyard  meditation  passes  for  months  or  years  together, 
but  these  are  exceptional  and  leave  unaffected  the  truth, 
that  no  one  reflection  comes  to  man  with  such  uniformity 
and  power,  as   the  thought  that  in  a  few  years  we  shall  all 

be  far  away. 

David  Svnng. 


408  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

"When  I  am  dead  and  buried,  then 

There  will  be  mourning  among  men. 

I  hear  one  musing  on  ray  dust: 

"How  hard  he  fought  to  win  his  crust;" 

And  one,    "  He  was  too  sensitive 

In  this  cold- wintered  world  to  live;  " 

Another,  weeping,  "  Ah,  how  few 

So  gentle-hearted,  and  so  true  !" 

"  I  met  him  only  once,  and  yet 

I  think  I  never  shall  forget 

The  strange,  sad  look  in  his  young  eyes,' 

One  other  says,  and  then  with  wise 

And  sole  ran -shaking  head — "  No  doubt 

The  hot  heart  burnt  that  frail  frame  out." 

Good  friends,  a  discount  on  your  grief  1 

A  little  present  help  were  worth 

More  than  a  sorrow-stricken  earth 

When  I  am  but  a  withered  leaf; 

An  outstretched  hand  were  better  to  me 

Than  your  glib  graveyard  sympathy; 

You  need  not  pity,  and  rhyme,  and  paint  me, 

You  need  not  weep  for,  and  sigh  for,  and  saint  me 

After  you've  starved  me — driven  me  dead. 

Say  !  do  you  hear?     What  I  want  is  bread  ! 

Scribner's. 

If  I  should  die  to-night, 
My  friends  would  look  upon  my  quiet  face 
Before  they  laid  it  in  its  resting  place, 
And  deem  that  death  had  left  it  almost  fair; 
And,  laying  snow-white  flowers  against  my  hair, 
Would  smooth  it  down  with  tearful  tenderness, 
And  fold  my  hands  with  lingering  caress — 
Poor  hands,  so  empty  and  so  cold  to-night ! 

If  I  should  die  to-night, 
My  friends  would  call  to  mind,  with  loving  thought 


EVENING   LAMPS.  409 

Some  kindly  deed  the  icy  hand  had  wrought, 

Some  gentle  word  the  frozen  lips  had  said; 

Errands  on  which  the  willing-  feet  had  sped; 

The  memory  of  my  selfishness  and  pride, 

My  hasty  words,  would  all  be  put  aside, 

And  so  I  should  be  loved  and  mourned  to-nisrht. 

If  I  should  die  to-night, 
Even  hearts  estranged  would  turn  once  more  to  me, 
Recalling  other  days  remorsefully; 
The  eyes  that  chill  me  with  averted  glance, 
Would  look  upon  me  as  of  yore,  perchance, 
And  soften  in  the  old  familiar  way, 
For  who  would  war  with  dumb  unconscious  clay? 
So  I  might  rest,  forgiven  of  all  to-night. 

O  friends  !  I  pray  to-night, 
Keep  not  your  kisses  for  my  deal,  cold  brow; 
The  way  is  lonely;  let  me  feel  them  now; 
Think  gently  of  me;  I  am  travel-worn; 
My  faltering  feet  are  pierced  with  many  a  thorn; 
Forgive  !  O  hearts  estranged,  forgive,  I  plead  ! 
When  dreamless  rest  is  mine  I  shall  not  need 
The  tenderness  for  which  I  Ions:  to-nigrht. 


There  are  not  many  who  finish  their  lives  before  they 
die.  Very  few  go  willingly;  most  are  forced,  and  not  a 
few  are  dragged  to  the  grave.  Instead  of  leaving  the 
world,  they  are  hunted  out  of  it. 

Gotthold. 

Better  a  death  when  work  is  done 
Than  earth's  most  favored  birth. 

Macdonald. 

Here  lies  one  whose  name  was  writ  in  water. 

Keats'  Epitaph. 


410  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Rid  of  the  world's  injustice  and  his  pain, 

He  rests  at  last  beneath  God's  veil  of  blue. 

Taken  from  life,  when  life  and  love  were  new, 

The  youngest  of  the  martyrs  here  is  lain, 

Fair  as  Sebastian,  and  as  early  slain. 

No  Cyprus  shades  his  grave,  no  funeral  yew, 

But  gentle  violets  weeping  with  the  dew 

Weave  in  fair  bonds  an  ever  blossoming  chain. 

O  proudest  heart  that  broke  for  misery  ! 

O  sweetest  lips  since  those  of  Mitylene  ! 

O  poet  painter  of  our  English  land  ! 

Thy  name  was  writ  in  water — it  shall  stand; 

And  tears  like  mine  will  keep  thy  memory  green 

As  Isabella  did  her  basil  tree. 

Oscar  Wilde, 
(At  the  Grave  of  Keats). 

And  history, 
A  mournful  follower  in  the  track  of  man, 
Whose  path  is  over  ruin  and  the  grave, 
May  linger  for  a  moment  in  the  place, 
Beside  a  worn  inscription,  and  be  sad. 

Alexander  Smith. 

O  man!  whosoever  thou  art,  and  whencesoever  thou  com- 
est  (for  come  I  know  thou  wilt),  I  am  Cyrus,  the  founder  of 
the  Persian  Empire.      Envy  me   not  the    little    earth  that 

covers  my  body. 

Cyrus'  Epitaph. 

"The  flower  fadeth,"  but  the  seed  and  the  fruit  come, 
and  this  teaches  us  that  there  is  really  nothing  to  sadden  us 
in  the  phenomena  of  decay  in  nature  and  vegetation;  for 
our  present  life,  with  all  its  activities  and  enjoyments,  is  but 
the  flower-form  of  a  being  whose  fruit-form  or  seed-form  is 
in  an  after   and  higher  life,  and    decay    and    death    are    no 


EVENING    LAMPS.  413 

more  than  the  falling  of  the  petals  from  the  well  set  fruit 
Human  life  and  flower  life  are  alike,  mainly  because  both 
are  phenomenal  of  progress.  Thank  God  the  flower  doc 
fade!  The  leaf  is  not  much — only  the  fruit,  of  which  the 
leaf  is  but  the  precursor.  The  fruit,  not  the  flower,  :?■ 
perfection.  This  world  is  not  all;  there  is  a  world  bey on < 
We  press  on. 

Charles  Wadsicorth,  D.D 

For  who  would  bear  the  whips  and  scorns  of  time, 
The  oppressor's  wrong,  the  proud  man's  contumely, 
The  pangs  of  despis'd  love,  the  law's  delay, 
The  insolence  oi'  office,  and  the  spurns 
That  patient  merit  of  the  unworthy  takes, 
When  he  himself  might  his  quietus  make 
With  a  bare  bodkin  *         *         * 

it!******* 

But  that  the  dread  of  something  after  death, 

The  undiscovered  country,  from  whose  bourn 

No  traveler  returns,  puzzles  the  will, 

And  makes  us  rather  bear  those  ills  we  have 

Than  fly  to  others  that  we  know  not  of? 

Thus,  conscience  does  make  cowards  of  us  all; 

And  thus  the  native  hue  of  resolution 

Is  sicklied  o'er  with  the  pale  cast  of  thought. 

Shakespeare. 

The  boast  of  heraldry,  the  pomp  of  power, 
And  all  that  beauty,  all  that  wealth  e'er  gave, 

Await  alike  the  inevitable  hour; — 

The  paths  of  glory  lead  but  to  the  grave. 

Gray. 

Leaves  have  their  time  to  fall, 

And  flowers  to  wither  at  the  north  wind's  breath; 
And  stars  to  set;  but  all — 

Thou  hast  all  seasons  for  thine  own,  O  Death! 

Mrs.  Htvians. 


412  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Deathbed  repentance  is  burning  the  candle  of  life  in  the 
service  of  the  devil,  then  blowing  the  snuff  in  the  face  of 
heaven. 

Lorenzo  Dow. 

Whether  on  the  scaffold,  high, 

Or  in  the  battle's  van, 
The  fittest  place  where  man  can  die 

Is  where  he  dies  for  man. 

Michael  J.  Barry. 

Hark  to  the  solemn  bell, 

Mournfully  pealing! 
What  do  its  wailings  tell, 

On  the  ear  stealing? 
Seem  they  not  thus  to  say, 
Loved  ones  have  passed  away? 
Ashes  with  ashes  lay, 

List  to  its  pealing  1 

Earth  is  all  vanity, 

False  as  't  is  fleeting; 
Grief  is  in  all  its  joy, 

Smiles  with  tears  meeting; 
Youth's  brightest  hopes  decay, 
Pass  like  morn's  gems  away, 
Too  fair  on  earth  to  stay, 

Where  all  is  fleeting. 

When  in  their  lonely  bed 

Loved  ones  are  lying; 
When  joyful  wings  are  spread, 

To  heaven  flying; 
Would  we  to  sin  and  pain 
Call  back  their  souls  again, 
Weave  round  their  hearts  the  chain, 

Severed  in  dying? 


EVENING   LAMPS.  413 

No,  dearest  Savior,  no  ! 

To  Thee,  their  Savior, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go, 

Ransomed  forever  ! 
Heirs  of  unending  joy, 
Theirs  is  the  victory; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be. 

Now  and  forever  ! 

Hymnal. 

The  future  hides  in  it 
Gladness  and  sorrow; 
We  press  still  thorough — ■ 
Naught  that  abides  in  it 
Daunting  us — onward. 

And  solemn  before  us, 
Veiled,  the  dark  portal, 
Goal  of  all  mortal; 
Stars  silent  rest  o'er  us! 
Graves  under  us,  silent! 

While  earnest  thou  gazest, 
Comes  boding  of  terror; 
Come  phantasm  and  error, 
Perplexing  the  bravest 
With  doubt  and  misgiving! 

But  heard  are  the  voices, 
Heard  are  the  sages — 
The  world  and  the  ages: 
"  Choose  well ;  your  choice  is 
Brief,  and  yet  endless; 

Here  eyes  do  regard  you 

In  Eternity's  stillness  ; 

Here  is  all  fulness, 

Ye  brave,  to  reward  you; 

Work,  and  despair  not !"  p      , 


414  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

On  Fame's  eternal  camping-ground 

Their  silent  tents  are  spread; 
And  Glory  guards  with  solemn  sound 

The  bivouac  of  the  dead. 

Theodore  OPHara. 

The  hand  of  the  reaper 

Takes  the  ears  that  are  hoary, 

But  the  voice  of  the  weeper 
Wails  manhood  in  glorv. 


Scott. 


Such  graves  as  theirs  are  pilgrim   shrines — 
Shrines  to  no  code  or  creed  confined — 

The  Delphian  vales,  the  Palestines, 
The  Meccas  of  the  mind. 


God  never  meant  that  we  should  call  this  home, 

This  world  of  woe; 
We  use  a  strange  misnomer  and  cheat  ourselves 

In  thinking  so. 

If  this  were  home,  no  flower  would  lose  its  bloom, 

No  leaf  would  fall; 
No  life  decay,  no  shadow  from  the  tomb 

Our  hearts  appal. 

This  home?  then  none  would  lay  their  armor  down 

In  helpless  weakness; 
But,  step  by  step,  life's  work  would  rounded  be 

To  full  completeness. 

If  this  were  home,  then  walking  with  us  here, 

With  glory  crowned, 
Were  those  we  laid  to  sleep,  covered  with  scars, 
Beneath  the  ground. 

No  palsied  limb,  nor  weary  brain,  nor  aching  heart 
Is  found  at  home: 


PARTING   BEACONS.  415 

But  joy  and  peace,  and  strength,  and  life  divine. 
Are  there  alone. 

Thank  God,  we  know  this  earth  is  not  our  home  I 

No  fond  delusion 
Can  make  us  think  our  Father  left  us  here 
To  blind  confusion. 

Thank  God,  that  in  life's  little  day,  through  all 

Our  care  and  sorrow 
We  have  the  promise  from  His  lips,  of  home, 
Sweet  home,  to-morrow  ! 

A  home  unclouded  by  a  grief,  and  where, 

In  mansions  fair, 
We'll  clasp  once  more  our  missing  ones!  No  hearts 

Are  broken  there. 

Jf.  E.  K. 

Heroic  spirits!  take  your  rest! 

Ye  are  richer;  we  are  poorer; 
Yet,  because  ye  have  been  with  us, 

Life  is  manlier,  heaven  surer. 


XXXVI. 
PARTING  BEACONS. 

How  brief  this  drama  of  our  life  appears  ! 
The  good  die  not !     This  heritage  they  leave — 

The  record  of  a  life  in  virtue  spent ; 
For  our  own  loss,  at  parting  we  may  grieve — 

Lives  such  as  theirs  build  their  own  monument. 


416  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Could  we  see  when  and  where  we  are  to  meet  again,  we 
would  be  more   tender  when  we  bid  our  friends   good-bye. 

Ouida. 

Never  part  without  loving  words  to  think  of  during 
your  absence.  It  may  be  that  you  will  not  meet  again  in 
life. 

Hichter. 

What  is  sadder  in  our  reflection,  and  yet  what  more 
frequent,  than  our  unconscious  farewells  ! 

George  Eliot. 

The  Lord  watch  between  me  and  thee, 
When  we  are  absent  one  from  another. 

Bible. 

Farewell  !  a  word  that  hath  been  and  must  be — 
A  sound  which  makes  us  linger  ;  yet  farewell! 

Byron. 

When  two  persons  dearly  attached  to  one  another  sep- 
arate, how  much  more  to  be  pitied  is  the  one  who  remains 
than  the  one  who  goes! 

Ruffini. 

All  farewells  should  be  sudden,  when  forever! 

Byron. 

I  never  cast  a  flower  away, 

The  gift  of  one  who  cared  for  me, 
A  little  flower — a  faded  flower, 

But  it  was  done  reluctantly. 

I  never  speak  the  word  farewell 

But  with  an  utterance  faint  and  broken, 

An  earth-sick  longing  for  the  time 
When  it  shall  never  more  be  spoken. 

Mrs.  Southey. 


PARTING    BEACONS.  417 

Such  parting  were  too  petty. 

Shakespeare. 

Life!  we've  been  long  together, 
Thro'  pleasant  and  thro'  cloudy  weather; 
'T  is  hard  to  part  when  friends  are  dear, 
Perhaps  't  will  cost  a  sigh,  a  tear; 
Then  steal  away,  srive  little  warning:, 

Choose  thine  own  time; 
Say  not  good-night,  but  in  some  brighter  clime 

Bid  me  good-morning. 

Mrs.  JJarbauld. 

If  thou  dost  bid  thy  friend  farewell, 
But  for  one  night  though  that  farewell  may  be, 
Press  thou  his  hand  in  thine; 
How  canst  thou  tell  how  far  from  thee 

Fate  or  caprice  may  lead  his  steps  ere  that  to-morrow  comes? 
Men  have  been  known  to  lightly  turn  the  corner  of  a  street, 
And  days  have  grown  to  months, 

And  months  to  lagging  years,  ere  they  have  looked  in  lov- 
ing eyes  again. 

Parting,  at  best,  is  underlaid 

With  tears  and  pain; 

Therefore,  lest  sudden  death  should  come  between, 

Or  time,  or  distance — clasp  with  pressure  firm  the  hand 

Of  him  who  goes   forth; 

Unseen,  fate  goeth  too. 

Yea,  and  thou  hast  always  time  to  say  some  earnest  word, 
Between  the  idle  talk,  lest  with  thee  henceforth, 
Night  and  day,  regret  should  walk. 


Good  night !  good  night  !  parting  is  such  sweet  sorrow 
That  I  shall  say  good  night  till  it  be  morrow. 

Shakespeare. 

27 


418  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Life  is  very  critical.  Any  word  may  be  our  last.  Any 
farewell,  even  amid  glee  and  merriment,  may  be  forever. 
If  this  truth  were  but  burnt  into  our  consciousness,  would 
it  not  give  a  new  meaning  to  all  our  human  relationships? 

W.  B.  Alger. 

The  separation  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked  in  the  day 
of  judgment  will  be  by  its  own  nature  final;  renewal  of 
fellowship  will  be  forever  undesirable. 

Prof.  E.  D.  Morris. 

On  to  be  ready  when  death  shall  come; 

Oh  to  be  ready  to  hasten  home; 

No  earthward  clinging, 

No  lingering  gaze, 

No  step  at  parting, 

No  sore  amaze, 

No  cloud-like  phantom  to  fling  a  gloom 

'Twixt  heaven's  bright  portals  and  earth's  dark  tomb; 

But  sweetly,  gently  to  pass  away 

From  the  world's  dim  twilight  into  day. 


We  are  ever  taking  leave  of  something  that  will  not 
come  back  again.  We  let  go,  with  a  pang,  portion  after 
portion  of  our  existence.  However  dreary  we  may  have  felt 
life  to  be  here,  yet  when  that  hour  comes — the  winding  up 
of  all  things,  the  last  grand  rush  of  darkness  on  our  spirits, 
the  hour  of  that  awful  sudden  wrench  from  all  we  have 
ever  known  or  loved,  the  long  farewell  to  sun,  moon,  stars 
and  light — brother  men!  I  ask  you  this  day,  and  I  ask  my- 
self, humbly  and  fearfully,  what  will  then  be  finished? 
When  it  is  finished,  what  will  it  be?  Will  it  be  the  but- 
terfly existence  of  pleasure,  the  mere  life  of  science,  a  life 
of  uninterrupted  sin,  and  selfish  gratification;  or  will  it  be, 
"  Father,  1  have  finished  the  work  which  Thou  gavest  me 
to  do  "  ? 

F.  IF.  Robertson. 


PARTING    BEACOXS.  419 

Speed  on  wherever  God's  angel  may  guide  thee; 

No  fancy  can  dream,  and  no  language  can  tell, 
What  faith  and  what  blessings  walk  ever  beside  thee, 

Or  the  depth  of  our  love,  as  we  bid  thee  farewell. 


There  are  smiles  and  tears  in  that  gath'ring  band, 
Where  the  heart  is  pledged  with  the  trembling  hand; 
What  trying  thoughts  in  the  bosom  swell 
As  the  bride  bids  parents  and  home  farewell! 
Kneel  down  by  the  side  of  the  tearful  fair, 
And  strengthen  the  perilous  hour  with  prayer. 

Henry  Ware,  Jr. 

It  is  hard  to  say  farewell  to  a  hope  that  has  cheered  us,  to 
unloose  the  clasp  of  what  seemed  an  undying  friendship,  to 
see  a  love  sail  away,  and  sink  its  white  sails  in  the  sea,  re- 
gardless of  our  outstretched  hands,  and  white,  surf-beaten 
faces.  Yet  most  of  you,  I  suppose,  at  one  time  of  your 
life,  have  stood  on  that  beach,  and  waded  far  out  into  its 
deep  sounding  waves,  and  wrung  your  hands  at  parting 
with  what  would  never  more  come  back;  and  yet,  to  such 
as  are  not  utterly  broken  thereby,  such  partings  and  memo- 
ries are  not  in  vain.  There  are  things  back  of  us,  known 
only  to  heaven,  which  did  greatly  shape  our  lives;  there  are 
faces,  and  the  pressure  of  hands,  and  snatches  of  song,  and 
the  light  of  long-closed  eyes,  and  the  far-distant  murmur 
of  solemn  prayer,  which  we  do  treasure  choicely  and  rever- 
ently; there  be  those  with  faith  enough  to  think  that,  by 
and  by,  the  old  faces  will  be  seen  once  more,  the  loved 
voices  heard  anew,  and  all  lost  things  will  come  sailing 
back  to  us,  like  ships,  which,  parted  by  night  and  the  swift 
stroke  of  tempest,  at  morning,  with  sails  all  washed  and 
fairer  than  they  went,  come  hurrying  back  to  anchorage; 
and  they  wait  with  watching  for  that  day,  and,  like  some 
angel  detained  from  his  companions,  sit  gazing  with  wistful 
eyes  steadfastly  upward  and  far  ahead. 

Rev.  W.  H.  H.  Murray. 


420  GOLDEN    GLEAMS. 

Deal  gently  with  us,  ye  who  read! 

Our  largest  hope  is  unfulfilled — 
The  promise  still  outruns  the  deed — 

The  tower,  but  not  the  spire,  we  build. 

Our  whitest  pearl  we  never  find; 

Our  ripest  fruit  we  never  reach; 
The  flowering  moments  of  the  mind 

Drop  half  their  petals  in  our  speech. 

Holmes. 

My  last  word  to  you  is,  be  courageous!  Strive  with  manly 
power  against  sickly  phantasies,  and  enter,  as  I  do,  always 
more  hopefully  into  active  life,  that  your  talents  may  be 
more  useful  to  others,  and  thus  to  yourself. 

With  this  wish,  with  these  hopes,  my  infinitely  dear 
friend,  I  close,  and  we  part  silently  from  each  other.  If 
man  can  bear  an  eternity  in  his  heart,  you  will  remain  etern- 
ally in  mine. 

Jiichter. 


ANALYTICAL   INDEX. 


Abide  with  me ;  Lyte,  398. 
Ability,  difficult  to  make  ;  George  Eli- 
ot, 33. 
conversation  a  test   of;   John- 
son, 23. 
Abstracts— burning  glasses ;  Swift,  344. 
Absurdity,  lias  a  champion;  Goldsmith, 

327. 
Accident,  take  advantage  of;  Reynolds, 

233. 
Aching  worse  than  pain;  McDonald ,21 . 
Acquaintances,  new;  La  Rochefoucauld, 

260. 
Action,  principle  of;  Kant,  27. 
we  live  in;  Hodge,  213. 
the  l.ature  of  thought;  Bovee, 

311. 
men  of;  Heine,  305. 
Actions  my,  democratic  ;  Hugo,  24. 
Address  good;  Emerson,  317. 
Advantage,  to  forego;  Disraeli,  365. 
Advantages,  follow  up ;  Napoleon,  234. 
A  d versity,  trial  of  principle ;  Fielding, 

310. 
Advice,  giving;  Disraeli,  365. 
Affectation,  in  the  pulpit;  Edinburgh 

Review,  133. 
Affection,  respect  more  than;    Chan- 
ning,  248. 

one  chord  ;  Willis,  191. 
cast   not    from  thee ;    Hemans. 
181. 
Affections,  light  of;    Mrs.  Browning, 

1S3. 
Affliction,  how  to  avert ;  Burgh,  319. 
Age,  golden;  Chapin.  24. 

a 


Age,   this   needs  ventilation;    Ruskin 
25. 
of  chivalry  ;  Burke,  122. 
this,  tempestuous  ;  &  P.  L.  168. 
forty  years  ;  Hugo,  237. 
fifty  years  ;  Hugo,  237. 
events  of ;  Bovee,  314. 
wan:  of;  Ryle,  862. 
Agitation,  marshaling  the  conscience ; 

Peel,  306. 
Agitation,  plants  the  school ;  Phillips, 

807. 
Agnosticism,  nothing  more  contempti- 
ble ;  Christian  Intelligencer,  346. 
Air,  the  open  ;  Harvey,  308. 
Airs  of  importance ;  Lavater,  301. 
Alarm-bell  disturbs  ;  Burke,  64. 
Alms,  let  thy,  go  before ;  Herbert,  312. 
Alone,  we  walk  ;  Eleanor  Gray,  193. 
All  things,   more   than  barren   use; 

Alexander  Smith,  208. 
All  have  not  lived  who  died ;  Zimmer- 

m  inn,  297. 
Ambition  beyond  ability ;  Beatty,  79. 
America  takes  but  to  give;    Taylor,  158. 
American,  I,  also,  am  an  ;  Webster,  156. 
Anger  of  an  enemy,  admonishes;  Tay- 
lor, 368. 
Angry,  to  be ;  Pope,  368. 
Animal,  humanity  in ;  Ruskin,  270. 

differences   between  man  and; 
Darwin,  270. 
Antagonist,  often  helper;  Burke,  239. 
Appearances,  cannot  judge  by;  Whate- 

ly,  229. 
Applause,  solicitous  to  shun  ;  Chester- 

field,  23S. 
Apple  falls  near  the  tree;  Proverb,  262. 

m 


422 


IXDEX. 


Application,  price  of  mental  acquisi- 
tion, Bailey,  306. 
Apostolical    Succession,    how    con- 
veyed ;  Boardman.  83. 
that   subtle  nothingness  that; 
Nicholls,  83. 
Approbation,   angling    for;    Zimmer- 

mann,  241. 
Architecture,  art  assassinated  by  ge- 
ometry; Preavlt,  46. 
Arcola,  things  were  worse  at ;  Napo- 
leon, 28. 
Art,  political,  in  what  it  consists ;  Re- 
nan,  363. 
As  false  and  fleeting  as  'tis  fair ;    Town- 

shend,  314. 
Aspersion,  rubs  off  itself;  Murray.  109. 
Aspip.ations,  endeavor  to  realize;  Em- 
erson, 275. 
Assailants,  on  the  side  of;  Emerson. 

110. 
Assertions  we  can  refute ;  Dickens,  2:7. 
Athens  suffered  noblest  men  to  die; 
Adams,  112. 

Atmosphere  still  blue, 318. 

Audience,  popular ;  Choate,  66. 
Author,  choice  of;  Roscommon,  15. 
anecdotes  of;  Disraeli.  226. 
should     first     be   a    student; 

Dryden,  301. 
a    contemptuous ;  Addison.ZOS. 
conversation  of,  Johnson.  355. 
Authorship,  difficulties  in;  Colton,  65. 


Ballads  of  a  nation  ;  Fetcher,  303. 
Ballot-box,  a  weapon  ;  IHcrpont.  56. 
Balm  of  Gilead  ;  Breckinridge,  104. 
Banner,  fallen  down  ;  Calvin,  22. 
Barren,  from  Dan  to  Beersheba  ;  Sterne. 

34. 
Battle,  won  ;   Wellington,  229. 

of    this   temperance;    Govrjh. 

366. 
to  die  in ;  Shakespeare,  380. 
Battle-field,  one  ages  rapidly  on  ;  Aa. 

voleon,  22. 
Bayonet,   not    instrument    to    collect 

votes,  Hancock,  78. 
Bear,  what  you  cannot  amend  ;  Thomas 

a  Kcmpis,  36. 


Beautiful,  the  never  desolate;  Bailey, 
178. 
the  birth  of  the  :  R.  C.  W.  205. 
the  dead  ;  Disraeli,  221. 
in    old    marbles    ever;  Keats, 
240. 
Beauty,  too  much  ;  GUfillan,  206. 
a  thing  of  ;  Keats,  207. 
shadowy  reflections  of ;  S.P.L, 
208. 

the  line  of ; .  244. 

of  ancient  days;    Augustine.  93. 
Bed,  watered  with  tears;  Rutherford, 

80. 
Belief,  your,  what  you  are;  Porter,  36. 
difficulties  of;  Arnold.  S3. 
in  a  God;   Voltaire.  84. 
in  what  can  be  comprehended; 

Colton,  84. 
without,    earth       intolerable ; 

Tyndall,  8-1. 
powerful     stimulant;     Morton, 
100. 
Beliefs,  the  ruin  of  old  ;  Brooke.  21. 
Benevolence,  no  one  bankrupted  by  ; 
Cuyler,  312. 
wholesome;  Rufflni.  313. 
Best  of  all.    God  with  us  ;   Wesley,  250. 
things     arc    nearest ;     Milnes 
121. 
Better  to  mourn  and  lose ;  Miss  Wheel- 
er, 299. 

trust  and  be  deceived    Kemhle, 
178. 

Beyond  the  stars  ; ,  398. 

Bible,  human  side  of;  Smith.  43. 

man  without  the  ;   Webster,  86. 
book  for  lawyer  ;   Webster,  323. 
creed  crystal  ized;  Cuyler.  87. 
reverent  study  of;  Ryle.  3f,2. 
Bibles,  take  them  to  Christ ;  McCheyne, 

363. 
Bird,  be  like  the  ;  Hugo.  246. 
Bismarck,    foremost  man  in  Europe; 

Garfield.  155. 
Birth,  who  could  face  his;  De  Quincey, 

407. 
Bitter,  a  little  in  our  cup  ,  Locke,  304. 
Bivouac  of  the  dead.  O'Hara.  414. 
Bodies,  love  for  our ;   Tyng,  35. 
Bold,  be  ;  Emerson,  269. 
Boldness,  a  decent ;  Pope,  266. 


LSTDEX. 


423 


Book,  the  best  of  a;  Holmes,  12. 

a  living  voice  ;  Smiles,  13. 

good  company;  Beecher,  15. 

a,  of  holy  doctrine;  St.  Francis, 
36. 

canvasser,  a  missionary;  O'Con- 
nor, 130. 

of  Job,   the   grandest ;  Carlyle, 
349. 
Books,  go  with  us  ;  Beecher.  15. 

the  title  of;  Butler,  16. 

read — unread ;  Vaughan,  16. 

insipid;  Parker,  16. 

that  have  life ;  Parker,  16. 

famed ;  Emerson,  16. 

you  like  ;  Emerson,  16. 

read  the  old  ;  Rogers,  16. 

cheap,  a  necessity;  Levy,  129. 

different  kinds  of;  Bacon.  26S. 

which  help  most ;  Parker,  324. 

the  true  levelers  ;  Channing,  324. 
Borrowers,  we  are  ;  PnUlips,  65. 
Brave,  late  before  they  despair  ;  Thomp- 
son, 240. 

the  truly  ;  Byron,  304. 
Bread,  what  I  want ;  Scribner's,  408. 
Break,  O  morning;  Deems,  3S7. 
Brevity  the  soul  of  wit;  Shakespeare 

819. 
Bro  .  her  men,  what  will  life  be  ?  Rob- 
ertson, 418. 
Buffoon,  now  hero,  now ;  Hunt,  242. 
Buy  what  you  do  not  need ;  Franklin, 
247. 

C. 

Calamity,  compensations  of;  Emerson, 

401. 
Calumny,  first  answer  to  ;    Washington, 
108. 
overwhelming ;  Napoleon,  108. 
Cant  cooled  cinders  ;  Cook,  30. 
Capital  and  labor  divorced  ;   Webster, 

104. 
Cares,  many  of  our  ;  Scott,  245. 
Carlyle,  a  trip-hammer;  Emerson,  29. 
Castaway,  being  a;  Martensen,  85. 
Catastrophes,  when  they  come ;  Treit 

schke,  36. 
Castles  in  the  air ;  Thoreau,  33. 
Centuries,    dolorous    and    accursed; 

Ricfder,  272. 


Century,  not  depreciate  our;    Hugo* 
165. 

greatness  of  this ;  Hugo,  166. 

this,  why  the  greatest ;  Hugo, 
1C9. 

elevates  man ;  Hugo,  170. 
Censure,  if  false— if  true ;    Gladstone, 

109. 
Chance,  our  reliance  upon ;  Arnold,  50. 

the   best   introducer;    Proverb, 
232. 

will  not  help  a  man  ;  Mathews, 
243. 
Character,   you    must     forge     one ; 
Froude,  23. 

a  man's;  Atu-ater,  SO. 

estimate  of;  Macaulay,  42. 

a  comparison  of;  Emerson,  44. 

main  token  of  a  strong;  Auer- 
bach.  60. 

building  a  ;  Beecher,  96. 

crystalized ;  Cook,  94. 

the  valuable  thing :  Todd,  97. 

shaping  our  own  ;  Ware,  97. 

nothing  so  important ;    Beecher, 
99. 

assassination  of;  Evarts,  111. 

self-confident,  hurrying ;    Wool- 
sey,  117. 

formed  rapidly;  S.  P.  L..  171. 

a  religious ;  Atlantic  Monthly,  228- 

a  shield  ;  Burke,  234. 

strength  of;  Dickens.  261. 

that  cannot  defend  itself;  Robert- 
son, 263. 

a  diamond  ;  Bartol,  305. 

without  a ;  Segur,  309. 

intellectual  and  moral ;    Wool- 
sey,  313. 

soiled  by  habits ;  Ballou,  314. 

decision  of;  Hazlitt,  322. 

formation  of;  Christian   Intelli- 
gencer, 348. 

certificate  of  good;  Hayes,  352. 

given  the,  of  a  man ;  Garfield, 
380. 
Charities,  like  flowers;    Wordsworth, 

312. 
Charity,  result  of  many  trials;  Brooke, 
109. 

self-boasting ;  3fason.  312, 
Charm,  native;  Goldsmith,  309. 


424 


INDEX. 


Cheerfulness,  a  virtue  to  aim  at ;  Lyt- 
ton,  319. 
sign  of  wisdom  ;  Montaigne,  86. 
stands  i  ver  all ;   Willits,  117. 
Child,  content  to  be  a ;  Robertson,  18. 
its  hidden  future ;  Morley,  18. 
in  the   school-room;    Bittinger, 

127. 
every  criminal  once  a;    Wines, 

152. 
first  impressions  of;  Richter,  18. 
of  God  ;  Brooks,  403. 
Childhood,  results  of  a  tender;  George 
Eliot,  18. 
blue  mountains  of;  S.  P  L.,  19. 
the  bliss  of;  Sarah  Doudney,  20. 
secret  faith  of;  Prentice,  249. 
from,  not  as  others;  Poe,  281. 
Children,  teaching  the;  Emerson,  17. 
what  they  need  ;  Joubert,  17. 
the  capacity  of;  Gough,  17. 
keep  us  at  play  ;  Culvert,  18. 
a  curiousness  well  in  ;    Tenny- 
son, 13. 
the  minds  of ;  Payson,  19. 
teachers  of;  Mrs.  Sigourney.  19. 

hold  converse  with   thy  ;  

20. 
the  world  of;  Sarah  Doudney, ,20. 
education  of;  Fanny  WrigfU,  20. 
leit  to  nature  and  God;  All  tine 

Year  Round,  123. 
turn  to  the  light;  Rare,  260. 
smallest,  nearest  God;  RiclUcr, 

308. 
like  vases ;  Michelet,  365. 
Christ's;  Beecher,  69. 
Choose,  what  is  best;  Scott,  121. 
Christ,  friend  and  defender;  Hall,  32. 
how  to  imitate  ;  Murray,  49. 
His  doctrine  ;  Parker,  84. 
question  of    the    day;   Parker, 

101. 
in  literature ;  Porter,  101. 
never  surpassed  ;  Rcnan,  102. 
words  of;  Stanley,  17. 
only  ground    of   hope ;  Hodge, 

119. 
ages  in  advance;  Swing,  148. 
step-  nearer  the  cause  of;  i'.'un- 
tey,  275. 


Chrlst,  sacrifice,  king  and  priest ;  lu 
ther,  323. 
disarming  Peter  ;  Tertullian,  376. 

the  Lord  ; ,  386. 

going  directly  to;  McCheyne,  393. 
Christian,  a,  when  alone ;   Christian  at 
Work,  245. 
experience;  Clcghorn,  392. 
Christianity,   reality  of  Heathenism 
and  Judaism  ;  Luthardi,  85. 
real  security  of;  Macaulay.  S8. 
in  hearts  of  millions  ;  Bancroft, 

140. 
appropriates  the  past;    Cocker, 

154. 
spirit  of  our  government ;  No- 
ble, 155. 
her  defense  reserved  to  the  peo- 
ple ;  Garfield,  156. 
impregnable    fact    of  history ; 

&  P.  L.,  381. 
her  success  ;  S.  P.  L.,  3S3. 
her  power  ;  S.  P.  L.,  383. 
her  final  success  ;  Bale,  384. 
her  past  victories;  S.  P.  L.,  387. 
will  make  progress,  still ;  S.  P. 
L.,  387. 
Christians,  twenty,  fighting— one,  suf- 
fering ;  Cuyler,  122. 
Christmas,  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  ;   ICar- 

ner,  232. 
Cnp.iSTMASTiDE,  the  world  has  turned  ; 

Scott,  85. 
Church,  in  debt;  Stall.  102. 

a  beautiful;  Schaff,  389. 
before  the  service  ;  Emerson,  389. 
of  the  living  God  ;  Garrison,  107. 
and  woman  ;  Murray,  142. 
old — y.  ung;  Bulwer,  264. 
ready  to  seal  her  faith;  Hurst.  3S3. 
in  what,  to  believe;  Lessing,65 
Circumstances,  man,  not  the  creature 
of;  Eves.  25. 
result  of  impulses;    George  Eli- 
ot, 29. 
fortunate  :  Goldsmith,  306. 
Civilization,    American,    product    of 

Christianity ;  Springfield  Repub.,  147. 
Combine,  when  bad  men  ;  Burke,  22. 
Committing  ourselves  to  God  ;  Richter, 
367. 


INDEX. 


425 


Common-school,   faults  of;   Scribner's, 
69. 
strengthen  the  basis  of;    Reid, 
127. 
Common-sense    plays  the  game;    Phil- 
lips. 21. 
not  the  most  common ;  Jacobus, 
69. 
Communism;    its   language     and    ele- 
ments; Heine,  104. 
of  the  Gospel ;  Doolittle,  87. 
Communist,  what  is  a ;  Elliot,  104. 
Companions  of   earlier  years ;  Goethe, 

395. 
Competence,  importance    of  having ; 
Macaulay,  105. 
without  a ;  Macaulay,  105. 
Confidence,     exacting     demand   of; 
Brooke,  42. 
repenting  our  ;  Burns,  80. 
necessary;  Burke,  375. 
Conflict,  the  severest ;  Thomas  a  Kern- 
pis,  241. 
the  end  of;  Savonarola,  248. 
Confusion,  we    strut   to    our;  Shakes- 
peare, 119. 
Conjurep.  does   not  deceive;   Proverb, 

265. 
Conscience,  an  observatory ;  Cook,  42. 
on  the  side  of  truth  ;  Princeton 

Review.  13  i. 
predominates  ;  Brooks,  242. 
a  seared ;  Cuyler,  270. 
good,  a   continual    Christmas; 
Franklin,  365. 
Consistency,  foe  to  progress;  Emerson, 

21. 
Consolation     from     lives    of  others ; 

Brooks,  276. 
Constancy,  of  purpose  ;  Cousin.  47. 
Constellations,  names  of ;   Carlyle,  18. 
Constitutions  in  politics;    Macaulay. 

36 'J. 
Contest,  the,  that  pleases  us ;  Hamilton, 

230. 
Conventionalities,  we  must  conform 

to ;  Hodge,  45. 
Conversation    discloses  ability ;  John- 
son, 23. 

negative  part  of ;  Winthrop,  238. 

good  :  .dWera,  24. 

a  selection  ;  Hamilton,  66. 


Conversation,  a  great  charm ;   Ruskin, 
130. 
a  good  rule  in  ;  Swift,  317. 
music  of  the  mind  :  Colton.  300- 
humor  more  than  wit ;  Temple, 
363. 
Country,   can't  love   our   too   deep ; 
Grimke,  53. 
woe  to  the,  that  no  longer  pro- 
duces great  men ;    Mettcrnicht 
54. 
true  glory  of;  Beecher,  55. 
he  who  serves  his ;  Hayes.  54. 
garment  of  my  ;   W<  bster,  55. 
false  to  one's;    Addison,   54. 
development    of    our ;     Town- 
send.  55. 
we  are  now  one;  Lee.  73. 
greatest  danger  to  our ;  Phillips, 

103. 
moral    dangers   of    our;    Rep. 

Home  Miss.  So.  331. 
love  of;  Scott,  57. 
brought  up  in  the  ;  Alcott,  352. 
Courage,  of  conviction  ;  Phillips,  21. 
to  be  ignorant ;  Smith,  40. 
when  traduced  ;  Stevens.  112. 
is  boldness  made  of  moral  tim- 
ber ; ,  300. 

to   proclaim    religious    belief; 
Beecher.  332. 
Courtesies,   smallest,  strike    deepest; 

Clay,  322. 
C  : ward's  Castle  ;  Robertson,  61. 
Credentials   of  impotence;   Lavaier, 

301. 
Creditors,  great  observers;  Franklin. 

301. 
Crisis,  the  world's;  S.  P.  L.,  171. 
Criticism,  greatest    element   of;  Saint 
Beuve,  228. 
method  of  modern;  Taine,  164. 
discloses— conceals  ;  Colton,  264. 
Critics  who  are  they?  Disraeli, 'S9. 

sentinels  in  the  army  of  letters  ; 

Lungfellow,  39. 
whom  some  resemble  ;  Joubert, 

39. 
of  the  pulpit ;  Moody,  135. 
their  talent  lies  in  sympathy; 
Taine.  161. 
Croesus,  the  only,  I  envy  ;  Hamerton,  14. 


426 


IXDEX. 


Cross,  a,  through  life  ;  Grange,  58. 

tragedy  of; .  318. 

every    event  of  life  points  to 
the ;  Edwards,  245. 
Crowd,  how  it  thinks  ;  Alger,  300. 

not  company  ;  Bacon.  330. 
Crowded  solitude;  George  Eliot,  260. 
Crown  of  thorns  ;  Carlyle,  33. 
Cruse  of  comfort :  Mrs.  Charles,  320. 

Crush  the  dead  leaves; ,  352. 

Cultivate,  how  and  what  to;    Lady 

Morgan,  51. 
Culture,  a  disqualifying ;  Youmans,  67. 

of  the  mind  ;  Lord,  67. 

of  the  heart;  Lord,  67. 

best  means  of  spiritual ;  Tyng, 
264. 

the  apotheosis  of;  S.  P.  L.,  152. 

true  ends  of;  Shairp,  245. 
Cupid,  modern ;  Black,  192. 
Custom  blinds  us  ;  Whately,  305. 
Customs,  follow  innocent:  Watts.  305. 
Cynicism,  human  nature  mad ;   Wilson, 
84. 

D. 

Day,  each  a  critic  on  the  last ;  Pope,  29. 

thy  wasted  ; ,  213. 

one    spent    thoroughly    well; 

Thomas  a  Kcmpis,  41. 
my  last;  Dunn,  4::. 
of  strife;  Father  Ryan.  46. 
of  judgment;  Mohammed  79. 
of    judgment,    England    and; 

Pitt,  269. 
of    judgment,    England     and ; 

Burke.  209. 

count  that  lost; ,  120. 

one,  thou  wilt  be  blessed  ;  Keats, 

120. 
dark,  of  Connecticut ;  Lee,  128. 
thou  must  die:  Herbert,  210. 
from    which  to    date;  Proverb. 

240. 
hath  gone  to  God  :  Bailey,   399. 
of  the  Lord  ;  Ninde,  3S1. 
strength  for  the  ;  Scribner's,  275. 
Days,  happier,  kept  fresh  ;  Riehter,  285. 
the  play-place  of  eariier;  Cow- 

per,  326. 
Dead,  greetings  from    the  ;  Sunday  Af- 
ternoon, 199. 


Dead,  call  me  not :  Scribner's,  220. 

our,  never  dead  to  us ;  George 

Eliot.  217. 
we  need  them ;  Garfield,  371. 
Death,   the   great    reconciler;  George 
Eliot,  49. 
the  drawbridge  of;  Brooke.  59. 
a  sacre  1  dread  of;  Bryant.  91. 
is  transition;  Longfellow.  217. 
unmasked,  an  angel;  A.  H.  S., 

21S. 
there  is  no:  Lytton,  218. 
thou    art    not    victor,     Thayer, 

220. 
another  life;  Bailey.  326. 
a  friend  of  ours  ;  Bacon,  333. 
fear  of:  Alleine,  367. 
comes asbless:ng :  Sophocles,Z67. 
we  can  face  :  DcQuincy,  407. 
the  greatest  solemnity ;  Swing, 

407. 
here  and  there  forgotten ;  Swing, 

407. 
better  than    birth;  Macdonald, 

409. 
all  seasons  thine  ;  Mrs.  Remans, 
411. 
D:\vth-bed  repentance;  Dow.  412. 
Deceived,  I  have  been;  Auerbach,  24. 
Deed,  a  noble;  Bellows;  29. 

a  noble  :  Holland,  50,  313. 
a  good  :  Shakespeare.  313. 
Deeds,  so  grand  ;  Baker.  233. 

that    bear     fruits   in    heaven ; 
Richier,  52. 
Defense,  our  sure  ;  Brooks,  37. 
Derision,  when  most  agonizing;  Jef- 
frey, 299. 
Df.solation,  inward  ;  Thomas  a  Kimpis. 

218. 
Despair,  never  ;  Burke.  32. 

perpetual ;  Carlyle,  50. 
eagerness      of     unfed     hope: 

George  Eliot.  305. 
to  burn  ;  Huntington.  280. 
Desperation,  powerful  as  genius;  Dit 

raeli,  36. 
Despised,  always  envious;  Johnson,  34. 
Dice,  best  throw  of;  Proverb,  245. 
Dickens    and    Thackeray;    McCarthy, 

262. 
Diction,  the,  you  want;  Choatc,  226. 


INDEX. 


427 


Die,  hard  to ;  Lincoln.  62. 
Digestion,  good  ;  Shakespeare.  347. 
Dirt  will  stick;  Whateley,  114. 

will  not  stain ;  Newman,  114. 
Discernment,  rarer  than    diamonds; 

La  Bruyere,  23. 
Discontent,  honorable  ;  Liddon,  366. 

earnest ;  Brooks,  120. 
Discussion,  liberty  of;  Hall,  373. 
Dispatch,  better  than  discourse;  Smiles, 

79. 
Dispute,  angry  ;  Chesterfield,  300. 
Divini  Wop.d.  help  for  human  nature; 

Essays  and  Reviews,  141. 
Doctrine,  tendency  of  any ;  Hare,  41. 

moves  the  world ;  Shedd,  85. 

Doing  good,  a  fuss  about ; ,  315. 

Doop.ways  of  life  ;  Meredith,  47. 
Doubt  enters— inquiry  denied  ;   Joweit, 

64. 
Draper  and  civilization;  X  Y.  Sun,  99. 
Dream-life,  bliss  of;  c'Montebello,"  1S5. 
Dreams,    importance    of;    L'Edrange. 
301. 

and  realities ;  Moore,  397. 
Dupe,  way  of  making  a  ;  Bulwer,  233. 
Duty  performed  :  Herbert,  19. 

do  our;   Wellington,  22. 

not  to  do ;  Mary  Lyon.  36. 

faith  in  our  ;    Napoleon  III,  39. 

the  post  of;  Jones,  57. 

ode  to ;  Wordsworth,  60. 

our,  and  other's;  Essays,  81. 

path  of;  Kerr,  210. 

is  ours ;  Greeley.  229. 

thy  nearest ;  Goetlie.  247. 

not  a  moment  without ;  Cicero, 
301. 

post  of ;  Chapin,  317. 

stimulant,  a ;  Prentice.  71. 
Duties,  the  mite  has  its  ;  Smith,  321. 

E. 

Each  is  bound  to  all ;  Spenser,  261. 

Ear,  emotive,    eye   intellectual ;  Tyn- 
dall,  266. 

Earnestness,  a  thunder  ball ;   Napo- 
leon. 55. 

Earth,    solemn   in    continuance  and 
ending  ;  Sicing,  26. 
fringed    and    carpeted ;    


Earth,  a  lesson  book;  Foss,  345. 

workshop  and  gallery  of  art ; 
Foss.  345. 
Ease,  not  give  up ;  Found  Table,  238. 
Echoes,    many  in  the  world ;  Goethe, 

221. 
Economy,  source  of  revenue ;    Seneca, 

31. 
Eccentp.k  iTY,privilege  of  an  anoma- 
lous mind  ;    Storrs,  21. 
eulogy  of;  Mill.  152. 
Education,  defense  of  nations  ;  Burke, 
266. 
in  and  out  of  the  school-room  ; 

Burke,  3-5. 
the  basis  of;  Tulloch,  80. 
collegiate,  is  systematic ;  Wool- 

sey,  128. 
benefit  of    collegiate;    Vincent, 
126. 
Education,  end  of;  Phil.  Press,  127. 

and    the  professional  teacher; 

Miss  Eastman,  129. 
safeguard  of  liberty;     Everett, 

best  part  of:  Alcott,  352. 
Educations,  two  ;  Gibbon.  35. 
Effort  to  make  others  happy ;  Lydia 

Child,  314. 
Egoism,  a  serious ;   Whipple,  238. 
Emerson,  how  to  read;  Alcott,  226. 
Emotion,  the  heat  of;  Richter,  228. 
Ended,  when  will  all  be  ;  Morris,  290. 
Enemies,  my  worst ;  Luther,  110. 

in  our  hearts  ;  Tholuck,  110. 
those  who  have  no;    Whately, 

110. 
speak  of  us  as  they  hear ;    Miss 

More.  238. 
our  worst ;  Lavater,  259. 
what  a  man's,  say ;  Miss  Logan, 
110. 
Enemy,  what,  need  we  fear ;    Ballou, 
317. 
our  worst ;  Stanley,  260. 
the  most  dangerous ;    Phillips, 
261. 
Engagements,  private ;  Bulicer,  190. 
England  and  the  day  of  judgment; 
Pitt,  269. 
and     the    day    of   judgment; 
Burke.  269. 


428 


IXDEX. 


England  and  its  soldiers:   Wilde.  163. 
Enmities,  make  your,  transient ;  Cicero, 
26. 

Entertainments,  public;    Mrs.    Stowe. 

132. 
Enthusiasm  of  a  Christian  heart;  S.  S. 
Times.  142. 
begin  life  with  ;  Buffon,  251. 
young;  Carlyle,  256. 
the  genius  of  sincerity  ;  Lytton, 

301. 
eulogy  of;  Lytton.  301. 
a  temper  of  mind;   Warburton. 

301. 
no    victories    without;    Lytton. 

triumph  of;  Emerson,  305. 
Enthusiasms,  beware  of  losing;  Brooks, 

Enthusiasts  understand  each  other ; 

Irving.  301. 
Entombed  within  a  nation's  reverent 

love ;  Crapsey,  35S. 
Envy,  yoke-fellow  of  eminence;  Tap- 
per, 107. 

accompanied  by    esteem ;  

,  107. 

one  the  grave ;  Cyrus,  410. 
Epicureanism,  human  nature  drunk  : 
Wilson,  84. 
Sadduceeism  of  Greece ;  Prince- 
ton Revieiv,  81. 
Error,  uproot ;  Carlyle,  48. 

talkative  ;  Goldsmith,  327. 
truth  abused  ;  Bo>suet,  73. 
the  least— the  greatest ;  Potter, 

21S. 
a  prosperous  ;  Taylor,  301. 
Errors,  exploded  ;  O'Connor.  306. 
Es-ence  of  life  is  divine;  Realf,  287. 
Evening,  ask  thyself  at;  Livater,  39"-. 
Ey.ntide,  time  of  me  iituion;  Robert- 

■'in.  3S8. 
Event-,  shells  of  ideas  :  Chapin.  12. 
Evil,  like  the  nig'.tnrire;  Richter,  2-:. 
the  meridian  of;  Proude,  131. 
the  origin  of;  teuton,  393. 
the  mystery  of;  Evan*.  270. 
shunned  by  repentance  :  Shakes- 
peare. 393. 
Evolution,  system  of,  criticised;  Lid- 
don,  27i 


I. volution,  system  of,  criticised;  Bar 
win,  270. 
system    of,    criticised;  Mueller. 
270. 
Example,  power  of;    Ma  '.    Swetchine, 
Sl.j. 
more  forcible  than  precept ;  Ce- 
cil, 311. 
Examples,  direct  more  than  precepts  ; 

Quarlcs,  310. 
Excellence,  the  supreme  ;  Longfellow, 
23. 
moral ;  Crabbe,  40. 
intellectual       and       physical  ; 
Crabbe,  10. 
Experience,  extract  of  suffering;  Hips, 

307. 
Extracts,  the  necessity  of ;    Voltaire. 

10. 
Eye,  the  memory  of;  Mitchell,  175. 
Eyes,  homes  of  silent  prayer ;  Tenny*  >n, 
175. 
bright;  Mi1  ton.  175. 

of  nisht—  of  day;  .  1S3. 

raised  to  heaven  ;  Joubert,  345. 


Face  of  a  perfect  traitor;    George  Eliot, 
54. 
of  Jesus ;  Liddon,  119. 
Faces,  meanings  of;  George  Eliot.  41. 

how  few  left  unchanged  ;  Dick- 
em,  367. 
Facts,  downright ;  Ruskin.  26. 

look  in  the  face  of;  Stanley.  44. 
verify  your  ;  Stanley,  44. 
possession  of:  Johnson.  428. 
Failure,  the  fiercest  hell;  Keats,  24. 
begin  again  after  ;  Hall,  32. 
is  not  always   failure;  Politics 

for  the  People,  62. 
apparent ;  Parker,  104. 
Faith,  loss  of;  Smith.  SI. 

the  Christian;  Hawthorn^,  323. 
want  of;  RiLsHn,  106. 
bitterness  of  broken  ;  Harper's, 

192. 
reason  yields  her  hand  to  ;  Hol- 
land, 276. 
saving;  Mestrezat.  276. 
saving :  Luilier,  ill. 


INDEX. 


429 


Faith,  sad  effects  of  abating;  5.  P.  L., 
3S2. 
not  divorce  from  reason ;    S.  P. 
L.,  382. 
Falsehood,  its  time  ;  Pres---ense,  78. 
Fame,  perfume  of  heroic  deeds ;  Socra- 
tes, 25. 
Family,  sovereignty  of  ;  Garfield,  72, 

a  well  educated;  Scott,  189. 
Farewkll,   makes   us  linger ;    Byron, 
410. 
I  never  speak  the  word ;  Mrs. 
Southey,  410. 

way  of  binding; ,  417. 

any,  may  be  lorever  ;  Alger,  418. 

the  bride's;   Ware,  419. 

hard  to  say,  to  a  hope ;  Murray, 

419. 
Polonius ;  Shakespeare,  292. 
Farewells,    sudden,    when    forever; 
Byron,  416. 
our  unconscious  ;    George  Eliot, 
4.6. 
Fate,  to  fear ;  Montrose.  247. 
Fault,  without  a ;  Poller,  38. 
Favo:~,  I  ask  no;  Taylor,  55. 
Feasts,  par.or,  kitchen  fire3;  Proverb, 
231. 

Feeling,  deep,  contagious  ;  . 

227. 
Fees,  small  pockets  for ;  Mott,  32. 
Fiction,  higher  than    fact.  Bailey,  227. 
Fictions  and  realities  ;  Actor,  227. 
Fidelity,  sister  of  Justice ;  Horace,  312. 
Fields,  green,  alike;  Johison,  345. 
Flattei:y,  the  most  skillful,   Addison, 

237. 
Flirtation,  attention,  intention;  Bit.  - 

date,  192. 
Flower,  the  meanest;  Wordsworth,  321. 
of  sweetest  smell ;   Wordsworth, 

331. 
the,  fadeth ;  Wadncorth,  410. 
I  never  cast  away  a;  Mrs.  South- 
er.  416. 
Flower-fokm,  our  life  a ;    Wadsuorth, 

410. 
Flowers,  flaming  banners;  Argyle,  206. 
smiles  of  God's  goodness  ;  Wil- 

berforce,  271. 
see  and  know  what,  we   think 
about ;  George  E'.iot,  305. 


Flowers  of  rhetoric;  Macaulay,  209. 
Folly,  the  memory  of;  Coleidge,  367. 
Fool,  a,  for  a  master ;  Jonson,  321. 
Foreign  life,  the  strangeness  of;  Nevy- 
man.  266. 

Forget,  do  not ;  ■ ,  183. 

Forgetting,  no  such  thing;  DeQuincy, 
27. 

Forgive,  I  plead ; ,  409. 

how  many  say  ;  Tennyson,  259. 
Forgiveness  of  an  injury  ;  TUton,  28. 
belongs  to  the  injured;  Dryden, 
259. 
Fortune,  an  acquired ;  Wadsworth,  34. 
the  crowning;  Emerson,  33, 
the    frown  beyond  the  smiles 

of;  Thomson,  57. 
sells    what    she  is   thought  to 
give  ;  La  Fontaine,  329. 
Fresco,  painting  in  ;  Emerson,  17. 

paint  our  lives  in  ;  Sterling,  297. 
Free-love,  tidal  wave  of  hell;  Cham- 
bers, 147. 
Free-thought,  in  science  and  specu- 
lation; Minton,  165. 
its  results  ;  Minion,  167. 
to  be  found  everywhere  ;    S.  P. 
L.,  168. 
Fbetfulness  of  temper;  Blair.  329. 
Friend,  my  true;  Scribner's,  61. 

a  calumniated;  Johnson,  301. 
Friends,  once  I  had,  though  by  all 
forsaken  ;  South  y,  59. 
let  us  be  ;  George  III,  12L, 
our  best ;  Lav  iter,  259. 
to  bid  good-bye  to  ;  Ouida.  416. 

Friendship,  death  oi ; .  196. 

from  the  heart;  Cooper,  259. 
of  the  blunderer ;  Lavater,  328. 
contrasted  with  malice:  Hire, 
348. 
Friendships,  make,  eternal ;  Cicero.  26. 
real ;  Chesterfield,  80. 
engrafted  on  merit ;  Chester;!  Id, 

80. 
kept  in  repair ;  Johnson,  259. 
Froeeelism,  system  of  education ;  Bii- 

tinger,  127. 
Frugality,  for  gods  and  heroes ;  Em- 
erson, 282. 
Fruitless  Fig  Tree ;  Jack.  94,  95. 
Funeral,  of  wasted  youth ; 263. 


430 


IXDEX. 


Funeral,  the  largest,  carries  its  genuine 
grief  in  one  coach  ;  Piatt,  209. 
Future,  best  preparation  for  ;  McDon- 
ald, 305. 
looking    towards    the ;    Boyes, 

347. 
shaping  our  own  ;   Whittier,  386. 
hides   gladness     and    sorrow ; 

Goethe,  413. 
recognition  in  the  ;  Bryant,  36S. 
Futurity,  the  face  of;  Lytton,  316. 

G. 

Garden,    to  cultivate   one's;   Vo'taire, 

234. 
Garfield,    martyr   of   reconciliation ; 
Cincinnati  Gazette,  300. 
was  he  great  ?  Swing,  375. 

Engli-h  prize  ode  at;  

.  357. 

guiding  beacon  to  youth  ;  Crap- 
sey.  358. 
Gems,  of  thought ;  Holmes,  10. 

of  literature  ;  Pcaslee,  13. 
Genius,  will  study  ;  Dewey,  50. 

will  take  hold  ;  Wilson,  50. 
power  of  seeing  :  Raskin,  229. 
credit  for;  Hamilton,  209. 
but  one  book  for,  nature  ;  Mad. 
Ddusy,  302. 
Geniuses,   ill-assorted  and   sensitive; 

Emerson,  34. 
Gentleness,    mightier    than    power; 

Hunt,  23. 
Geology,  a  key;  Hollar d,  280. 

Gift,  on  God's  altar; ,  406. 

Gifts,  desirable  ;  George  Eliot.  00. 

giving  when   dying;  Hill,   311. 
Gladstone,  talks  in  italics ;  McCarthy, 

47. 
Glance,  symbol  of  identity  ;   Emerson, 

174. 
Glances,  billet-doux  of  love;    Ninon, 

176. 
Glory,    springs    from     se'f-conquest ; 

Th'/m-on.  312. 
God,  always  right ;   Lincoln,  55. 

what,  thinks  of  us  ;  Moody,  59. 
glorified      by      thanksgiving; 

Whi  p'> .  319. 
His  greatness  ;  Bi'.tinger,  346. 


God  reigns,  government  lives;     Oar- 
field,  370. 

trust  in  ;  McDonald,  59. 

mist  in  ;  Newman,  252. 

the  heart  of;  Tennyson,  210. 

with,    n  one's  side  ;  Douglass,  78. 

His  orunipo:ence;  Mrs.  Brown- 
ing, 32. 

His  love  :  Rudder,  32. 

pity  us  all;  Mil  cr.  353. 
Gold,  a  picklock ;  Massinger,  328. 

seek  not  for ;    Miss  Wheeler,  186. 
Good,  the,  die  not ; ,  415. 

the,  has  one  enemy ;  Miiller,  122. 

only  noble  to  be  ;  Tennyson,  239. 

be;  Kingsley, 240. 

by  being,  do  more ;  Hill,  311. 

Good-bye,  the  1  •ver's;  ■ ,  195. 

Goodness,  never  fearful;    Shakespeare, 
24. 

is  no  name  ;  Byron,  60. 

a  soul  of;  Shakespeare,  261. 
Gospel,  empowers;  Hodge,  50. 

how  to  receive  the ;  Bittinger,  87. 

communism  of  the ;  DooliU'e. 
87. 

Of  thoroughness ;  Mitchell,  151. 

the  four:h;  Heider,  267. 

the  fourth ;  Ernesti,  J67. 
Gossip,  public;  Bulw-.r,  190. 
Govi.RNMKNT,  human  and  evil ;  Paine, 
328. 

our,  opens  to  all  a  pathway  to 
honorable  distinction;  Gar- 
field, 371. 

at  Washington ;  Garfield,  370. 
Governor,    a,    among   the     nations; 

Livingston,  350. 
Grace,  means  of;  Hall,  119. 

live,  and  die  by ;  Plumer,  405. 
Grasses,  names  of;  Carlylc.  18. 
Gratitude,  memory  of  the  heart ;   Wil- 
lis, 30. 

to  the  rich  ;  Penan,  41. 

the  heaviest  debt;  Franklin,  313. 
Gp.ave,  a  pithy  sermon;    Hawthorne, 
4u5. 

all  ends  in  the;  Gray.  411. 

the  mother's ;   Wordsivorlh,  268. 

humblest:  lyrou 

buries,  extinguishes  ;  Irving, 4C&, 


INDEX. 


431 


Graves,  where  we  promised;  Moody, 

407. 
G::eat,  the  truly;  Adelaide  Proctor,  63. 

the,  of  earth  ;  Pierpoat,  313. 
Grief,  conquered  by  resolution ;  Goethe, 
31. 
proportioned  to  loss ;    Raleigh, 
304. 

should  be  like  joy ;  

355. 
changed  me ;  Shaliespeare,  355. 
how  shallow  it  is  ;  Emerson,  355. 
Growing  old  gracefully;  Child.  118. 
Grumblers,  their  chief  pleasure  ;  Whip- 
ple, 355. 
Guilt,  a  Rubicon  ;  Jane  Porter,  299. 
Gulf  stream,  river  iu  the  ocean ;  Mau- 
ry, 270. 

H. 

Habit,  power  of;  Cowper,  121. 
Hair,  beware  of  her  ;  Shelley.  179. 
Hairs,  gray;  Bacon,  41. 
Hand,  held  in  mind  ;  Frazer' s  Magazine, 

337. 
Hands,  languid  ;  Mrs.  Piatt,  143. 
Happiness,  do  not  speak  of ;  Plutarch, 

trinity  of;  Willtis,  40. 

no  dream  ;  Byron.  CO. 

partaker  of;  Shakespeare,  61. 

bitter  to  look  into;  Sitakespeare, 
79. 

duty  of  being;  Stank;/,  118. 

what  constitutes  ;  Micaiober,  263- 

secret  of;  Clarke,  23s. 

a  congruity  ;  Butler,  245. 

if  we  have  not ;  Burns,  311. 

a  sad  sight ;   Young,  329. 
Haranguing,   insupportable  ;     Home, 

303. 
Harmonization     with    environment ; 

Cooke,  34. 
Haste,  always  in;   Wesley,  303. 
Hate,  what  to ;  Robertson,  115. 
Hatred,  too  keen;  La  Rochefoucauld. 

248. 
He  that  lacks  to  mourn ;  Taylor,  68. 
He  was  aweary ;  Real/,  45. 
Head,  often  betrayed;  Fielding,  27. 

feeling  its  bumps  ;  Holmes,  35. 

empty  purse  into ;  Franklin,  14. 


Health,  soul   of  enjoyment ;  Temple, 
236. 

an  index;  Martineau,  246. 

to  preserve  ;  Sidney,  308. 
Hear,  unwilling  to  ;  Chesterfield,  317. 
Hearers,  who  inspire;   Vinet,  140. 
Heart,  half,— whole;  Bond,  60. 

human ;  Wordsworth,  53. 

a  heavy;   Whittier,  62. 

wants  of;  Breclnnridge,  104. 

requires  training;    The  Galaxy, 
174. 

each  sees  his  own  :  Goethe,  234. 

crushed;  Robertson,  115. 

blood-tinctured;  Mrs.  Browning, 
256. 

what  flows  from  ;  Blair,  313. 

dwindles  —  enlarges ;    Robeson, 
301. 

to  steal   a   young    girl's;    Miss 
Muloch,  185. 

twilight  of;  Halleck,  395. 

when  broken  ;  Bunyan,  402. 
Hearthstone,    corner-stone,    Bellows, 

190. 
Hearts,  padlocked;  B>:echer,  131. 

in  palaces  and  cottages ;  Owe», 
237. 

turn  to  God  ;   Vaughan,  318. 

like  apples;  Holland,  277. 

to  live  in  ;  Campbell,  239. 

predestinated ;  .<4/ina  Dickinson, 
174. 

Heat,  of  the  universe ;  ,  363. 

Heathen,  conversion  of;  Newton,  263. 
Heathenism,  seeking  religion;    Luth- 

ardt,  85. 
Heaven,  to  win  ;  Robertson,  31. 

a  prepared  place  ;  Moody.  51. 

the  stake;  Kingsley,  120. 

leave  the  event  to  ;  ,  303. 

how  we  mount  to ;  Alcott,  317. 

best  vision  of;  S'orrs,  362. 

sweet  surprise  ;  Pi-ice,  390. 
Hell,  ubiquitous;  Robertson,  8S. 

not  highest  punishment;  Auer- 
bach.  89. 

what  is ;  Robertson,  89. 

the  awful  refuge ;  McDonald,  £9. 

consolidation  of  evil ;  Storrs,  89. 

must  be  ;  Browning,  90. 

not  material  fire ;  Dale,  90. 


4:32 


INDEX. 


Hell,  absence  of  hope;  Murray,  90. 

tlie  Gospel's :  Warren,  90. 

necessity  of :  Cook,  90. 

benefit  of  ;  Beecher.  91. 

wrath  of  God,;  Jacobus,  91. 

arguments  against;  Dabney,92. 

"  Penalties  "  ;  Carlyle,  92. 

a  distinction  ;  Bhick,  92. 

final    rendering    of  accounts  ; 
Swing,  93. 

eternal ;  Phelps,  93. 

shield  of  God's  judgment;  Mrs. 
Browning,  93. 

little  thought  of;  Chalmers,  9C. 
Help,  the  truest ;  Brooks,  33. 
Hero,  in  battle ;  Calhoun,  2G1. 

none  to  his  valet ;  Mad.  de  Se- 
vigne.  307. 
History,  making— writing ;  Sherman.  27. 

unrolled    scroll    of  prophecy; 
Garfield,  370. 

a  divine  poem  ;  Garfield,  372. 

mournful  follower;  Smith,  410. 
Hobby,  a  man's;  Furness,  41. 
Holiness  ;  a  great  snare ;  McCheyne,  3-1. 

highway  of;  Smith,  84. 
Home,  green  bower  of;  Hallcck,  189. 

crystal  of  society  ;  Smiles.  1S9. 

not  four  square  walls  ;  Queen, 
190. 

peace  at ; ,  190. 

our  true ; ,  414. 

a  haven ;  Mrs.  Lirermore,  322. 

noME-LiFE,    inharmonious;  190. 

Honor,  from  God— from  man,  McDon- 
ald, 103. 

true  ;  Sch  Her ;  27. 
Hope,  rainbow  of,  Jack.  32. 

how  bright;  Townshcnd,  314. 

and  sleep ;  Kant,  36. 

heavenly ;  Tovmshend,  314. 

setting  of;  Longfellow,  37. 

as  companion;  Haliburlon,  53. 

our ; ,  230. 

through  gloom;  ,  250. 

alchemy  of;  Round  Table,  202. 

always  liberal ;  Johnson,  203. 
norR,  one  self-approving  ;  Pope,  5L 
Hours,  our  past;  Young,  80. 

gulden  links;  Adelaide  Procter, 
316 

squandered ;   Wliitticr,  315. 


House,  spiritually  empty;  Arnold.  41. 
Human,  all  that  is ;  Gibbon,  307. 
Humility,  base  of  virtue  ;  Bailey,  283. 
Humor,  in  man  ;  Beecher,  lis. 
Hypocrisy,  magnificent  in  promises; 
Burke,  344. 

I. 

I  know  the  hand  guiding  me  ;  Bri'ish 
Evangelist.  252. 
not  if;  Alford.  2«S. 

I  live  for  those  that  love  me; 246, 

I  thought  to w<  rk  for  Him;  216. 

I  WILL  go  forth  ;  Smith.  52. 

be  heard  ;  Garrison.  11. 
Ideas  strangle  statutes :  Phillips.  10. 

louder  than  cannon ;  Paxion.  10. 
reach  people:  Guesses  at   Truth, 

10. 
tr  id ile  us;  Brook  \  12. 
go  in  silence  ;  Dauhigne,  12. 
forming  exact ,  Faraday,  14. 
their  caricature  .  Pa'mer,  44. 
Idealize  the  real ;  Hedge.  303 
Ideals,  all  higher,  Swing.  103. 
Idle,  he  is,  Socrates.  310. 
If  i  leave  all  for  thee  ;  Mrs.  Browning. 

181. 
Illustration,  wisely  chosen  ;   Cr 

361. 
"Imitation  of  Christ ;"  George  Eliot.  404. 
Imagination,  indebted  to;  Burke.  79. 

retina  of  universe;  Ruskin,  266. 

Immortality,  evidence  of;  Emerson.  30. 

remove,  what  is  man  ?  Spencer, 

365. 
longing  for;  Addison,  279. 
Impious,  to  be  sad;  Shakespeare,  242. 
Impossible,  not  good  French ;  Napoleon. 

375. 
Improvement,  human;  Fanny  Wright, 
22. 

Impudence,  not  independence;  , 

311. 
what  to    be  said  of;    Fielding, 
375. 
Impurity,  to  conquer;  Essays  and  Re- 
views, 116. 
Inconstancy  falls  off;  Shakespeare,  376. 
Inckedulity,  universal;  Goldsmith.  376. 
Indiscriminate  defense ;  Junius,  3-9. 


INDEX. 


400 


Individual,    responsibility  of;     Mill, 

279. 
Individuality,  want  of.  Mill,  30. 
Individuals,  like  raindrops;  Garfield, 
371. 
particular;  Mar'.ensm,  244. 
Infamy,  not  be  missed;  Wilcox,  240. 
Infant,  begin  with  the;  Mirabe  u.  17. 
Infidelity,  methods,  with;  HoH  <.nd,8~. 
not  spreading:  Bancroft,  146. 
a  serpent ;  S.  P.  L.,  384. 
invents  systems  of  belief;   S.  P. 
L...  3S5. 
Injury,  to  pardon;  Preau't,  259. 

invited  by  insult ;  Proverb,  259. 
Innocence,  silence  of;  Shakesjjeare,  40. 
Innocent,  keep   me;  Caroline  Matilla, 

4S. 
Insanity,  the  plea  of;  Hoffman,  150. 
Instinct,  prior  to  experience ;    Pa'co 
146. 

migratory; ,  146. 

no  unanswered ;  Clarke,  147. 
Insults,  large  pocket  for;  Molt,  32. 
Integrity,  pride  of  government ;  Swing, 

300. 
Intemperance  wipes  out  God's  image ; 
Go  ugh,  70. 
dethrones  reason;  Gough.  70. 
1  dare  and  ought  not  to  drink  ; 

Cuyier,  70. 
conquered  by  Christ ;  Moody,  71. 
transforms  into  beasts;  Shakes- 
peare, 71. 
only  remedy  against ;  Da'c,  71. 
Intercourse,  beautiful :  Auerbach,  29. 

epistolary ;  Johnson,  122. 
Ireland,  her  people;  i>'  ight,  53. 

Gethsemane  of  Europe;    Red- 
path.  54, 
bound  to  English  interests ;  Fox 

54. 
reasons  for  woes ;  J?  dpath,  54. 
It  is  on-  tiling,— another  thing;  Shak-.s- 
pcare,  314. 

J. 

Jealousy,  no.  without  regard  ; ,  107. 

Jerusalem,  the  new  ;  Bon  ir,  885. 
Jest,  man  in;  Proverb,  27. 

serious  thing;  Churchill,  330. 

23 


Jester,  the  clerical ;  Brooks,  115. 
Jesus,  his  influence;  Cari  enter.  88. 

the  supernatural  in;  Swing,  100. 
asks   for  the    iieart;  Napoleon, 

100. 
coming  to  :  Hall,  394. 
Jestjitess,  to  be  dreaded;  Sue,  237. 
Jew,  pilgrim  of  commerce;   Conyb'are 

and  Howson,  229. 
Journalism,  a  great  profession;  Bonney, 

373. 
Joy,  true ;  Brooke,  300. 
Judaism,  hoping  religion  ;  Luthatdt,  85. 
Judge,  do  not;  Adelaide  I'roctor,  312. 
Judgment,  charity  of;  Mattock,  108. 
harsh  ;  Be<  cher,  109. 
the  silence  of  deliberate;   Gar- 
ficl  ',  149. 
Just,  to  be;  P.usdl,-!  &. 
Justice,  of  contemporaries;    Napoleon 
the  Third.  39. 

truth  in  action  ; ,  312. 

essential  part  of;  Bacon,  329. 


Keats,  his  epitaph  ;  409. 

at  the  grave  of;  Wil  'e.  410. 
Killed  by  cruel  wrong ;  Real/,  46. 
Kindergarten,  system  of;    Bittinger, 

127. 
Kiss,  innocent ;  Mirabeau,  2S. 

the  farewell ;  George  Eliot,  30S. 
Knaves,  the  worst ;  Lavater,  216. 
Kindness,  kingly;  Alice  Carey,  319. 
Knighthood,    not    reward   of  worth ; 

Jerrold,  31. 
Know,  those  who,  the  most ;  Tngersoll, 
.      69. 

we  shall;  Gray,  193. 
Knowing  how  things  go ;  Rnskin,  37. 
Knowledge,  sources  of;  Hodge,  14. 

is  proud ;  Cowper,  31L 


L 


Labor  and  capital ;  W'.b  ter,  104. 

reigns  ; .  351. 

Land  of  settled  gjvernment;  Tennyson, 

159. 
Language,  barrier  between  man  and 

animal ;  Mueller,  270. 
Laugh,  its  worth;  Lamb,  23. 


434 


INDEX. 


Laugher,  an  honest :  >' ■'■■•■''  27. 
Laughing,  a  force ;  .V."  ?i.  120. 
L  >.w  commands;  II- j  ge.-0. 

an  obnoxi  us ;  G  an'.  55. 
sentiment  of  the  people  ;  Black- 

stone,  US. 
uniformity  of;  Minion,  16S. 
profession  of;  Sharswood.  329. 
of  society;  Bounty,  363. 

system  o; ;  Bonne:-;  S6-1. 
Laziness  ages;  Lytic-',  264. 
Lead  thou  me  on;  Keicmnn,  400. 
Leaf,  mulberry ;  Prove  b.  233. 
Learning,  a  little  ;  Pope,  277. 

hardest  way  of;  Parker.  324. 

pillars  of;  Disraeli,  33. 

I  am  still;  Michael  Aran  lo,  241. 
Let  fate  do  her  worst :  Moore.  195. 

Let  me  not ; .  100. 

Let  rs  wipe  our  tears  ;  5.  P.  L.  275. 
Let  iEP.s.  what  siiow;  Chesterfi  'el,  266. 

v.  ;rmly  sealed;  Richtt  .  -S. 

of  t.ose  we  love;  Harland,  277. 

i  1  i  and  dim; .  179. 

neve:'  burn  ; .  323. 

"  Letters",  a  flood  ;  .Hcing,  300. 
Liberty!   ■  quality:  Fraternity!  three 
steps  ;  Hugo.  148. 

sate  i  rnl\ ,  when  :    Garfield,  r6'j. 

criit  es  in  the    name  of;  Mad. 
Ro\  land,  22. 
Library,  state- man's  workshop;  Pan- 
d  .'.  h.  26S. 

man  in  a  ;  Di-rea'i.  366. 
Licen-e,  not  liberty  ;  MVton,  35'. 
Lie,  nothing  m  ed  a:  17  r&«  t.  64. 
Life,  a  comedy— trage  ly  ;  WrJpole,  24 

truest  view  of;  Robertson,  34. 

knots  in  :   J(7«\  38. 

most  difficult;  PJ  We.  3S. 

spectacle  of;  George  Eliot,  39. 

charm  of;  /  n  o7:i .  42. 

great  end  of;  Mathews,  43. 

modern;   Thomson,  47. 

doorways  of;  J/i  redi'h,  47. 

gift  of  God ;  Blackie,  4j. 

business  of;  Afi/i,  49. 

inheritance  of;  3irs.  'Vror',  50. 

sorrow  in  each;    Longfellow,  51, 

one  hour  o:  glorious:  Scott,  56. 

highways  of;  Holmes.  59. 

battle  of  our  ;  Longfilli/w,  61. 


Lite,  go  carefully  through;    Tlic  Prcs- 

bytt  rla?i.  66. 
an  education;  Stanley,  92. 
shaping  our  own  ;  Trace,  97. 
parts  of  our ;  ParJxr.  98. 
when  vanished;  .4.  T.  L..  105. 
not  choose  our;  Miss  Braddon. 

130. 
a  holy  ;  Moody,  140. 
the  track  of;  Tu-i'c'^-7!.  151. 
dearer  than  our  own:   Florence. 

Pi   cy.  191. 
idea  of  her;    Shed- speare,   191. 

to  live,  to  love,  to  lo.-e  : 199. 

a  discipline; ,  -02. 

transfigured     Smith.  208. 
fa  gl  rii  us;  ;.'.'■  r.  239. 
lieu  'ness  of:  </•  '<?!  on.  214. 
what  we  se  k  in  :  Pascal,  230. 
a  ho  y:  Spurgcon,  2i6. 
n  s  Idier's  ;  Selriller,  251. 

ig  for  the  close  of ;  Greeley, 

;  George  Elio',  256. 

chained  down  ;  ,  336. 

a  mystic  flame  ;  C7cre,  342. 
be  not  amazed  at ;  A1  ford,  256. 
r  mantic  visi   n  of ;  >'i 
ex<  rcised  in         I,  Won 

ired  by   advance;  . 

:95. 
awfully  injur  d  ;  Siring,  295. 

ss  of ;    livr  !s    orfft,  295. 
a  :agged  diagi  inal  ;  Alger,  29c 
a  sum  ;  Chopin.  -96. 
a  dream;  Beaumelle.  296. 
evening  o! :  ShuUIeworth  :  296. 
n<  '  tree  from  uneasiness :  Locke. 

296. 
confinement  for;  S'erne.  296. 
stains  eternity;  Shelby.  2:6. 
asc'  nding  toward  heaven;  A'.c/i- 

tO\  296. 
is  gi  ine ;  /fume,  296. 
the  woof  of :  Robertson.  296. 
a  crucible  :  Chapin,  297. 
went  a-maying:  Coleridge.  207. 
neighborhood  of:  Ei-h'er.  297. 
plunge  into;  Goe'h' .  297. 
true-t  end  of;  Pe?>n.  297. 
this,— the  next :   Jf'ufce,  293. 


INDEX. 


435 


Life,  too  short ;  Charlotte  Bronte.  293. 

a  short  day  :  Miss  Afore,  310. 

the  race  of:  Carlyle,  344. 

preparative :  Foss   345. 

to  leave  :  Mrs.  Barbaidd,  417. 

very  critical ;  Alger,  418. 
Life-thoughts,  comprised ;  Mathews, 

i  '. 
Lincoln,    martyr   of    reconstruction  ; 
Cincinnati  Gazette,  360. 

ode  to  ;  Taylor,     9. 
Ln    itATUEE,  poetry  i    :  Parsdon.  173. 

immortality  of  speech  ;  Schlegel, 
225. 

a  mirror ;  The  Nation,  225. 

a  photograph  :  Swing,  226. 
Listener,    enemy     of    the     speaker; 
Preault,  140. 

lively ;  Holmes,  139. 
Live,  what  we.  in  ;  Bailey,  49. 
L.ves.  pure;  Jfad.  Swetchine,  350. 

we  lead  two; ,  253. 

of  the  good  ; ,  415. 

fortunate  circumstances  of  our  ; 
Goldsmith,  306. 
Li  "  [chart,  be  a  good  man  ;  Scott,  99. 
1    s    liness,  feeling  of ;  Southey,  59. 
Log-forgotten    thoughts    and    feel- 
ings; Talfourd,  315. 
Long-lasting,  precepts  for:  Bacon, 263. 
Look  above  thee:  B  wring.  384. 

Looking  passively  at  future;    George 
Eliot.  38. 
forward  with  joy ;  Garfield,  372. 
Li  "  ^king-glass,  all  love  a    South,  328. 

Lgkd,  carest  thou  not: ,  404. 

we  must  love  thee ;    Ormiston, 

2G2. 
deck    ns   with    grace :    Advent 
Carol,  195. 

Lost,  these  are  not : .  335. 

Love,  birth  of;  Socrates,  45. 

unarmed,  b  ,t  victori  us  child; 

Emerson,  1:8. 
history  of  woman's  ;    Letitia  E. 

London,  172. 
the  first;  >cott,  173. 
cheating   itself;     George    Eliot, 

173. 
a  first;  The  Galaxy.  174. 
our  first ;  Goethe,  174. 


Love,  a  woman's  :   Taylor,  174. 

by  what  inspired  ;   Willis,  174. 

fall  in— ri-e  in;  Bvlwer,  174. 

what  is  ;  The  Galaxy,  175. 

a:  first  sight;   Vincent,  lib. 

inspired  and  reciprocated;  Eliz- 
abeth ■-.  Phelps,  176. 

injured  by    nearness;    Richter, 
176. 

when    decaying;    Shakespeare, 
L77. 

man  of  sense  in;    La  Rochefou- 
cauld. !77. 

brings  sorrow;  Smith,  177. 

of  mature  man;  Bulwer,lTJ. 

buried;  Smith,  177. 

dream  of;   Whittier,  177. 

never  lost;  Irving,  111, 

sacrifices  all ; ,  177. 

losl  :   Ti  nnyxr/n,  178. 

loveliest;  Scott,  178. 

wecpeth  always;   Tennyson,  179. 

reasons  for;  Lomin,  131. 

voice  of  one  in :  Willis,  181. 

not  told ;  Ingelow,  181. 

cannot  die  ;  Southey,  182. 

deeply  wounded:  Southey,  182. 

hide  thy  ;  ieirti  (  2J.  Landon,  183. 

change    of,    unjustified;   Jfra. 
Browning,  133. 

when,  is  done. ■,  1S3. 

al  .  s  not ;  Shakesp'  are,  136. 
■ugh;  .Wss  Wheeler,  136. 

cease  ess:  Stanley.  187. 

wrongs  of: ,  137. 

Hope,  and  Memory  ;  Tennyson, 
1SS. 

guided  by  ;  Sidney,  189. 

domestic ;  Smiles.  1S9. 

cour.-e  of  true  :  Shakespeare,  190. 

human,  unsatisfactory;  Hodgt, 
193, 

man  truly  in  :  .Vfes  Muloch,  194. 

forever;   Taylor,  194. 

has  always  good  wishes;  Black- 
wood's, 194. 

bidding  farewell ; ,  195. 

trial    hour   of;    4K     J/i«    Fear 
Round,  197. 

never  found  by  many; ,  19S. 

shaped  by  ;  Goethf,  238. 

sympathy  of;    If  hittkr,  256. 


436 


INDEX. 


Love,  the  eternal;  Hedge,  303. 

that  si  nght  us  ; .  303. 

Bwei  :1  est  meanings  of;  Bov  t .  331. 

thyself  last;  .-hakespeare,  154. 
Lute,  rift  within  ;  Tennyson,  205. 

M. 

Majority,     intellectual,—  numerical  ; 

Disraeli,  21. 
Make  too  much  of  a  man;  Bacon.  35. 
Makimq  oth  j:s  happy  ;  Roger,  -76. 
Malice,  keen-scented;  Punc'ion.  110. 

contrasted     with     friendship: 

Hare,  348. 
JUk.i.  historical  production  ;  Neand*.  r, 

11. 
but  a  reed  ;  Pascal,  11. 
what  lie  is  ;  Phelps,  -2. 
stamps  his  valu  •  on  himself 

Schiller.  '.3. 
every  ueat;  Chaiming,  24. 
architect     of     circumstances  ; 

Lewes.  25. 
finished ;  Humboldt,  20 
hero  of  a  » eter....l  epic;  Shelling, 

29. 
bloo  1  of;  Burke,  44. 
his  aim  ;  Co  Iyer,  40. 
of  the  world  ;  Hall.  48. 
win)  talks  too  little;  Dickey,  49. 
face  of  a  loving  old  ;  McDonald, 

273. 
of  merit ;  Horace,  50. 
cheerful  and  confident;  Words- 
worth, 51. 
give  light  to  ;  Emerson,  59. 
who  fails  in  business;  Spectator. 

67. 
with  God  on  his  side ;  Douglass, 

78. 
the  real ;  Goethe,  79. 
bad  for  a  ;  Beccher,  81. 
a  worthy  ;  Smith,  111. 
the  public  ;  The  Nation.  111. 
think  the  best  of;   Bolingbroke, 

116. 
serve  is;  Beccher,  128. 
ihe  speaking;  Carlyle,  V.2. 
advancing  through  ages ;  .Vfos 

Bremer,  115. 


Man,  apart,  but    not  alone:   Jea>i    In- 
gelow,  150. 

every,  sails  over  an  untried  sua  ; 
Mathew<,  151. 

glory  to  be  a;  Taylor,  158. 

legislates:  Benson,  173. 

a  great:   A'-/   V  ■■/.  /7l,  1S9. 

without  woman's  love  ;  Holl  md, 
189. 

his  s  icial  position  determined 
by  women;  London  Sat.  Pe- 
ri w,  189. 

when  alone  ,  Stewart,  226. 

most  persuasive  ; — .  227. 

value  of;  Ti'ton,  228. 

appreciated;  Kuskin,  228. 

be>t  friends  of;  Cdlyer.  231. 

a  condensed  Methusalah  ;  Cia- 
pin.  231. 

seeking  advice;  Chstcrfie'rt,  234. 

his  best  powers;  Spurgcon,  236. 

an  idle;  P,  orerb,  236. 

wise— unwise;  Emerson.  206. 

who  rises  ;  Boyne,  239. 

his  turn  will  come;  McCune 
239. 

the  wise;  Proverb.  241. 

the  superior;  ( 'onfucius.  2-12. 

known  by  the  man  he  ho.ors; 
Carlyle,  242. 

success  of ;   Wilson,  244. 

born  from  above  ;  Moody,  244. 

heaven  sent ;  Moody,  244. 

apart  from  religion; ,245. 

but  man  at  the  best;  White  Id, 
245. 

the  Lr.ve; ,248. 

the  life  of;  Bushnell,  248. 

should  judge  kindly;  Alice  Ca- 
rey, 249. 

dying;  Franklin,  249. 

when  a  good,  dies;  Longfc'i  w, 
250. 

his  nature,— his  merit ;  Fo  ng, 
250. 

great,— poor  ;  Shakespeare.  2  '  >. 

judges  rashly  ;  Tiqiper,  261. 

a  quarreling  animal;  Palmer- 
s'on,  265. 

and  ti  i.e:  Robertson,  274. 

like  an  insect ;   Voltaire,  281. 


INDEX. 


437 


Man.  like  the  butterfly ;  Walpole,  282. 

value  and  progress  of ;  Murray, 
214. 

rich :  Ti'ton,  294. 

carries  a  private  theatre  ;    Car- 
lyle,  297. 

who    remembers    his    Helper; 
Taylor,  298. 

heated  into  resentment;  John- 
son, 299. 

contented;  Bovee,  308. 

becoming  divine  ;  Mann,  310. 

the  most  happy  ;  Goethe,  314. 

needs  advice  ;  Plautus,  319. 

willing  to  be  little;    Emerson, 
321. 

naturally  s4upid;  Swiwi,  325. 

wiser  to-day  than    yesterday ; 
Pope,  327. 

who  cannot   reason; ,330. 

of  letters  ;   Whipple,  331. 

his  conscience  ;  Jen  old,  332. 

shall  not  die  ;  Clcve,  344. 

age  of;  Jerrold,  311. 

has  interests ;  S.  P.  L.,  346. 

has  aspirations  ;  S.  P.  L..  316. 

more  than  constitutions;    Whit- 
tier,  847. 

an  animal ;  Smith,  347. 

an  animal;  Burke.  347. 

pass  for  a :  Shale^peare,  348. 

end  of  animal  creation  ;   Agas- 
sis, 348. 

like  an  orange   tree;    Beecher, 
34S. 

greater  than  a  world  ;  Oiks,  348. 

eulony  of;  Shakespeare,  349. 

product    of    his    own    history; 
Parker,  349. 

shapes  his  life  :  Humboldt,  353. 

a  really  good  ;  Butler,  354. 

passes    for    what   he    is  worth; 
Emerson,  3tV4. 

with  a  belief:  Garfield.  374. 

never  constant ;  Otway,  375. 

free  to  choose  ;  Beecher,  376. 

dying  for  man  ;  Barry,  412. 
Managing  a  little  ;  Hall,  31S. 
Manhood  mourns  the  follies  of  youth ; 

Shelley,  304. 
Manners,  ornament  of  action ;  Smiles. 
299. 


Mansions,  more  stately  ;  Holmes,  119. 
Marrying  for  love  ;  Punch,  192. 

without  money ;  Punch.  192. 
Massena,  not  himself;  Napoleon,  27. 
Masterpiece    excites   no  sudden   en- 
thusiasm ;  Lewes,  129. 
Master,  to  work  for;  Havergal.  216. 
Matches,  one  fire,— the  other  ice;  Col- 
ton,  ,79. 
brilliant ;  Harpers.  179. 
Materialism,  its  aim  and  folly ;  S.P.L. 

3S5. 
Mattock,    stronger    than    lightning; 

Mann,  231. 
Maxims,  condensed  good  sense ;  Mack- 
intosh, 300. 
Medicine,  a    collection  of  uncertain 
prescriptions:  Napoleon,  72. 
study  of  rational ;  School  of  Na- 
ples, 73. 
Meditate,  how  to,  Faber,  S92. 
Melancholy,  convalescence  of  grief; 

Mad.  Dubrenoy,  264. 
Memen  ioes  of  Eden ;  Holland,  37. 
Memory,  indebted  to  ;  Burke,  79. 

fed  love's  soul;  Tennyson,  18S. 
retains    the    passing    moment; 

Haven,  2S7. 
in  the  next  world ;  Pagelow,  294. 
land  of;  Garfield,  357. 
Men,  God  needs  the  best ;  George  Eliot, 
26. 
greatest  of  a  nation :  Penan.  30. 
lives  of  great ;  Fowler,  51. 
worldly .  Overreach,  55. 
without  religion;  Hitchcock,  S5. 
all  frail ;  Thomas  a  Kempis,  86. 
mocking  of;  Miller,  111. 
toiling  in  the  night ;  Longfellow, 

123. 
their  convictions — their  aspira- 
tions ;  ■ ,  123. 

beginning  life  ;  The  Nation,  13L, 
high-minded;  Jones,  162. 
reflected  by    women ;    McDon- 
ald, 173. 
logical ;  Sledd.  173. 
the  way  of;  Robertson,  173. 
their  death  ;  Goodwynn,  249. 
the  best  of;  Deckar.  202. 
trained  by  adversity  ;  Storrs,  278 


438 


INDEX. 


Men,  ill— divine  :  Miller,  27$. 

bad,— good;  Baxter  2?1. 
some  not  awake;  Burke.  297. 
like  the  wolf  of  the  fable:  Spur- 

gton,  300. 
of  action, — of  thought;    Heine, 

305. 
earnest;  Lytton.  306. 
in    ardor   of  pursuit;    Schiller, 

307. 
of  concealed  fire ;  Addison,  327. 
shallow, — strong;  Emerson,  330. 
like  stone  jugs  ;  Johnson,  317. 
three  classes  of;  Lavater,  347. 
few  not    ridiculous ;    Icochefou- 

cavJd,  317. 
belief  of  great:  Emerson,  348. 
but  children:    Napoleon,  349. 
ambitious ;  Bacon.  36S. 
great ;  Garfield.  372. 
false,— fearful;  L' Estrange,  374. 
with   strong  convictions;    Gar- 
field 374. 
finding    the    Infinite    Father; 

Ellinwood.  370. 
Mercy,  attribute  of  perfection  ;  Boyes, 

375. 
abandons  the  arena  of  conflict; 

Abbott,  376. 
quality  of;  Shakespeare,  376. 
an  ■   the    unmerciful ;    Quarks, 

the  rule  of;  Cou'per,  376. 

of  God ;  Henry,  394. 
Milton,  need  of;  Wordsworth,  52. 
Mind,  acting  constantly  ;  McCosh,  11. 

the  restless  :  L  ddon,  11. 

cultivated  ;  Beadle,  23. 

diseased;  Shakespeare,  277. 

emptied     faster    than     filled; 
Boyd,  44. 

public ;  X.  Y.  World,  29. 

content    with    earthly     good; 
1  arker.  104. 

lean  not  on  one :  Meredith.  122. 

philosophic  :    Wor  Iswor'h,  213. 

like  the  firefly;  Bailey.  230. 

the  Meccas  of; ,  414. 

Minds  of  other  men  ;  Lamb,  9. 

that    confer    nothing;     Words- 
worth, 227. 


Ministerial    duty;     Christmas   Evant, 
143. 

success ;  Rober'son,  143. 

consolation  ;  Markham,  1 14. 
Ministers,  most  eminent ;  Taylor,    137. 

how  to  employ  their  time  :  Dod- 
drid  e,  141. 

honored— crippled  ;  Colfelt,  143. 

encouragement  to  :  Croivcll,  143. 

their  place  ;  Newman,  144. 

their  thoughts    while    preach- 
ing ;  Suing,  144. 
Ministry,    preservation    of;    Dickson, 
13S. 

call  to  the  :   Tyng,  140. 
Minutes,  value  of  five;  Xapo'eon,  25. 
Miserable,  the  way  to  be ;  Kingsley,  82. 
Misery,  yoked  to  guilt :  Bryant,  51. 

of  a  divided  heart;  Hodge,  84. 

the  height  of  human: ,  376. 

Misfortune,  fiving    from;     Sophocles, 

232. 
Mistake-,  thank  God  for;    Moody,  265. 

convince  one  of:  Watts.  330. 
Missionary,  commerce  of ;  Cook.  382. 
Modesty,  its  sins  ;  Mirabeau.  28. 

false  ;  Bruyere.  305. 
Moment,  the  tempting  ;  Sala.  312. 

the  present  ;  Fabcr.  362. 
Moments  of  confidence  ;  Southey,  97. 

seize ; -,  2 1  k 

lofty ;  Holland,  279. 
Money,  man  who  needs  ;  Richter,  28. 

love  of;  Crosby,  102. 

God's  estimate  of;  Swift,  103. 

provocation     of      refinement ; 
Mitchell,  103. 

lover  of;  Epictc'ns.  103. 

this  idol -god  ;  Suing,  103. 

trust  not  in  ;  Holm-  s,  264. 

when  man  pursue- ;  Suing.  329. 
Moon,  flatterer  of  decay  ;  Butwcr.  271. 
Morality,  vestibule  of  religion;  Cha- 

pin,  330. 
Morals  of  shop' ing;  B  echer,  103. 
Morrow,  there  is  no  :  P  tston.  47. 
Mosquito,  incantation  of  evil ;  Eva?is, 

26o. 
Mother,  a.  and  her  dead  child;  Dick- 
ens, 18. 

secret  hope  of  a  ;  Holmes,  19. 


IXDEX. 


439 


Mother,  no  one  forgets  his  ;  S.  P.  L.  19. 

longing  for  ;  Ellen  Gates.  -93. 
Mothers  with  living  children ;    Chr. 

Union,  825. 
Movements,  living ;  Xewmanfpl. 
Music,  what  gives  us  ;  Herbert.  19. 

speech  of  heart ;    Wanner,   221. 
has  its  gramma";  Forney,  222. 
of    art,  —  of  nature;    Robertson, 

222. 
sacred  ;  Smith,  222. 
when,  grieves:  >miih,  222. 
a  pensive  mem-  >ry  ;  Swing,  222. 
in  the  i'ront ;  Swing.  222. 
its  effects;  Bedhoven,  222. 
will  last ;  Smith.  222. 
the  devil  cannot  stand  ;  Luther, 

223. 
man  without ;  Sfiakcs,  care,  223. 
luxury  of;  Belie  Brittain,  223. 
martial ;  Smith.  224. 
sister  of  Poetry  ;  Schaff,  224. 
impressive,  —  expressive ;    San- 
key,  224. 
we  love  ;  LctttiaE.  Landon,  224. 
night  filled  with;    Longfellyw, 

225. 
clems  the  soul ;  Auerbach,  22"). 
Musical,  how  much  in  thej;  Carlyle,  223. 
criticism,    a    misnomer ;      Ed- 
wards, 224. 
Musician,  by  profession  ;  Goethe,  224. 
Mythology,    religion    growing   wild 
Schelling,  2G7. 

N. 

Name,  insignifican  ;  De<  ms.  51. 

a  good  :    Wordsworth,  70. 

a  good ;  Jeffrey.  245. 

a  good  ;   Shakespeare,  114. 

stained  by  follies;  Burns. 70. 

carrieth    impression    and    en- 
chantment; Bacon,  239. 
Nation,    funeral  pyre  of  a :  Bayne,  53. 

ballads  of  a:  Fletcher,  303. 

our ;  Garfield,  100. 
Nature,  greater  architect ;  Swing,  44. 

Ge:  tile's  Bible  ;  Goulb  irn,  84. 

uniformity  of;  Martineau,  145. 

faith  in  :   Wordswortli.  20G. 

great  miracle  of;  Bryant,  207. 


Nature,  gifts  of:  B  igers.  211. 

human  ;  Johnson,  232. 

nutrition  in  ;  Whittaker  :  233. 

book  for  genius;  Mad.   Belusy, 
302. 

has  caprices  ;  Mac  inlay.  301. 
Ni:gro,  image  of  God;  Fuller,  268. 
Negi:o-qu::siion,    the.   on  the    brain; 

Prentice,  269. 
Neptune,  not  blamed  ;  Prcau't,  242. 
Newspapers,  not  a  private  enterprise ; 
Bonney,  373. 

man  who  reads ;   Bonney,  374. 

teachers  of  disjointed  thinking  ; 
Ru-h,  65. 

educator  of  the  age ;  Babb.  129. 

mirror  of  the  times;  Babb,  129. 

Sunday;  Pittsburgh  Catholic,  129. 

hostiles ;  Sapoleon,  302. 
New  Testament,  beginning  of  books; 
Park  r,  86. 

highest    style  of  thought;  

,  134. 

knowledge  of;  Locke,  374. 
New  Year,  a  happy;  Plumr,  232. 
Niagara,  ode  to;  Mrs.  Sigournty,  209. 
Nil  Admirari,  a  motto  :  Brydge<,  328. 
Night,  darkest ;  George  Eliot,  440. 

its  bkssings;  Burton,  399. 
Nobleness  will  rise  ;  Lowell.  30. 

of  bearing;  Huntington,  48. 
Nobility,  essence  of  true ;  Froude,  321. 
Nobody,  willing  to  be  ;  Pay  son,  30. 
Not  yet,  O  friend  !  Bret  Harte,  326. 
Nothing,  worth  getting  angry;    Ray- 
mond, 30. 

too  hard  ;  Herrick,  300. 

dies ;  Byron.  331. 
Novels,  popular,  of  the  day ;  Grcy-:on 
Letters,  65. 

poisoning  home  life  ;  Dix.  t'6. 

sensational ;  McCarthy,  65. 

sentimental;  Lord,  67. 


0. 


O  Euripides  ;  Epitaph  of  Euripides,  250. 
O  Lord,  is  this  the  way  ?  Beadle,  271. 
Occupation,  according  to  man's  nature; 

Smith,  113. 
Oh,   keep  their  memory   green :   Veno- 

ble,  161. 


440 


IXDEX. 


Oh,  let   us  carry  hence  each  one  ; 

.  22", 

Oh.  it  is  hard  t »  work  for  God;   Songs 

o  Devotion.  2S0. 
Ob-tinacy,  heroism   of  little   minds; 

Odor  from  tainted  goodness;  Thoreau, 

347. 
Office-holders,  rarely  die,  never  re- 
sign :  Jtjf-.rson.  55. 
On.  on,  forever;  H  rriet  Martineau,  401. 
One   hand  and  the  other  :  Proverb.  262. 
Opera,  an  experiment .  Edward  .  63. 
Opinion,    a   confession   of   character; 
Emerson,  44. 
corrupt  public  ;  Curtis,  SI. 
independent  o:    will ;  (J  He!  ir, 

146. 
pe;  iic  :  Murray.  150. 
unwritten  law  of  society;  Mur- 

■•■.]).  15  . 
rea     ns  for;  .3o uM,  364. 
Opinion.-,  sick  of;   Wes'ey,  137. 

tr  u  'lesome     to  modify    our; 
G  orge  Eliot,  103. 
Opinions,  popular,  braved,   Greeley,  21. 
the  greatest  lie  ;  Carlyle,  21. 
like  frost ;  Tbu;  .sc?icZ.  45. 
final  sentence  of;    Murray,  151. 
Opportunities,   wait   not  for;  Goethe, 
231. 
make  your  own  ;  Hough.  241. 
Opposition,     christened    persecution; 
G  orge  E'io',  121. 
brightest  tri'1  ute  ;  Hayes,  352. 
Orthodoxy,  at  present;  CA timers,  142. 
Bourbon  of  thought;    Huxley, 


Pacific,  empire  of;  77^  Argonauts,  350. 
Pagan,  I'd  rather  he  a  :  Hordsu'ortA  70. 
Page,  digested;  M tcau'ay,  14. 

beautiful  quart';;  Sheridan,  268. 
Paint,    t  >.  a  1m  ik;  Prcaul'.  22S. 
Painter,   lias  but  one   moment;  i??y- 

nolds,  22~\ 
Painting,  my  wife:  Michael  Angelo.  243. 
Paintings,  adieu,  dear;  JTosan'n.  214. 
Paley,  turning  point  of  his  life;  Barnes. 


Pangs,  thankful :  Johnson.  244. 
Paradise,  how  I  entered;  Zoroaster,  31. 
Part,  we  silently  ;  Richter,  420. 

never,  with  >ut  loving  words; 
Lie' '  r.  1!  ■. 
Parting,  too  petty  ;  Shakespeare,  417. 

sweet  sorrow;  Shakespeare.  417. 
Party,  how  not  to  bas  ■ :  Greeley.  73 

burn  idols  i  f;  ./'      '.';    ty,  155. 

spirit ;  Cur''?.  1"  \ 
Pass,  let  us,  over:  .FW-  /•'/•■'  Review,  331. 
Passa  ;es.  favorite;  Parker.  13. 

■=.  of  tragedies :  Johnson.  101. 
Past.  '•    r:  7>/-  ,-'.->rc.  241. 

comprehension  o!  the  ; ,  S01. 

we.  the  results  of:  2;  1     '.;o?».  251. 

a  i   id  thing    nee  :  .3  •hUler.  241. 

com  s    not    agai  i :    Djiigjulow, 
253 

the.  is  past;  Smith.  276. 
Patience,  we  need  .  Phebc  drey,  126. 
Peace,  the  way  of:  Moody.  276. 
Pearl,  our  whitest :  Holmes,  420. 
Pen,  brings  the;  Bului  r.  2y. 
PE'  PLE,  feeling  of  a  great  ;  Kossuth,  or. 

to  sway  masses  of;  McCarthy,  52. 

wil.   talk;     licis/t.    CapCol,  114. 

see  >nd  thought  of;    Hi?i   :  <;.   ,. 
lit'. 

government  of,  by,  for  the;  Lin- 
coln, 159. 

English;  Ie«ai>e.  232. 

most   difficult  to  know;   Haw- 
thorne, 237. 

not  all,  discreet ;  <  ervantes,  233. 

that  give  upGod;  Bismarck,  277. 
Perfect,  the  most :  Boyes,  375. 
Perfection,    we    may    not    demand ; 
Miss  More.  23:). 

no  trifle  :  Michael  Angelo,  3  >S. 
Perfumes,   the    seller    of:  Provt   '>.  iC 
Perish  policy  ;   Macleod,  230. 
Perseverance,  a  Roman  virtue;    Mar- 

ard.  241. 
Peks  in,  a  tedi  .us;  Jonson,  331. 

a  startled  ;  Holmes.  271. 
Philosopher,  stone  of:  Randolph,  264. 

stone  of:  Franklin.  317. 
Philosophy,  practical;  Siving,  103. 

forgett  ng  God;  Bancroft,  146. 


INDEX. 


441 


Physician,  the  average;  Voltaire, 7L 

skilled  to  heal ; ,  73. 

of  souls;  Breckinri  ige,  104. 
Physicians,  the  arrantest  charlatans ; 

$!e  71' .  73. 
Physics  of  the  brain;  TyndaU.  28. 
Pi  i  ty.  abus  :  am  ther's  ;  Murray,  31. 

ode  :o; ,214. 

by  the  sidj  of  patriotism;  John- 
son (on  the  Christian  Com- 
mission). 390. 

no:  in  words ;  Hood,  137. 
Pilot,  never  without  a;  Emerson,  79. 

true :  Hugo,  80. 

ablest ;  Cicero,  323. 
Picture,  a  poem;  Hi  ace,  228. 

consolers  of  loneliness;  Swing. 
22'J. 

a  man's  head ;  Beecher,  223. 

in  sermons  ;  Hitchcock,  220. 
Pistols,  sale  of ;  CoUyer,  343. 
Pitfalls  in  our  way  ;  Alic   Carey.  249. 
Pity-,  tor  whom  to  have ;  Dante,  51. 
Place,  maintain  the;  Goethe,  231. 

a.  when  things  vex  ,.s;  Miss  Al- 
cott,  42. 

each  his  own  : ,  294. 

Plagiarists,  their  merit;  Disraeli,  20. 

in  the  pulpit ;  Buckley,  137. 
Plain-living,  no  more  ;  Wordsworth,  28. 
Plan  not,  but  wait ;  Macduff,  29  >. 
Plato  and  Socrates;  Col  ridge,  26S. 
Pleasure,  poor  material ;   Wendte,  3-5. 

in  pathless  woods  ;  Byron,  211. 

the  greatest :  Lamb.  236. 

reflex  of  energy  ;  Hamilton,  2  45. 
Pleasures,  like  poppies  ;  Burns.  264. 
Poems,  clear-cut  crystals  ;  Bellows,  12. 

I  have  lived  my  ;   Wilde.  173. 
Poet.  I  come  to  touch  thy  lance  ;  Long- 

fe'.l  iw  (to  Tennyson,)  211. 
Poetry",  truth  flying;  Beecher,  75. 

language  of  gods  :  Rogrs.  211. 

music  married   to   sentiment ; 

in  literature  ;  Parson,  173. 

a  dream  of  ; ,  17S. 

true  test  of  ;  Goethe.  220. 
bring  with  you ;  Joubert,  234. 
Poet-,  like  nightingales;  Bailey,  208. 
English ;   Voltaire,  229. 


Points,  to  command  life  from ;  Shcdey, 

278. 
Policy,    no,  like   politeness ;  Magoon, 

232. 
Poor,  poorer,  poorest ;  Jean  Ingelow.  280. 
Popular,  what  is,  deserves  attention  ; 
Thackeray,  30. 

discontents  abroad  :  Curran,  53. 
Popularity',  care  not  for;  C  a'mers,  53. 

no  test  of  merit ;  R  berison,  260. 
Position,  a  lowly  ;  Hall.  32. 
Poverty,  the  sixth  sense;  Proverb,  266. 

despised  ;  Colton.  272. 
Power,  is  everything;   Wiiipple.26. 

repeated  effort ;  Baldwin.  2G2. 
Powers.  Mirabeau'-:  Dumont,  201. 

the  heavenly  ; 251. 

Praise,  undeserved  ;  Brow  hurd,  2t<9. 

th  ■  breath  of;  Miss   More,  322. 
Pray  more, — worry    less;    Moody,  250. 
Prayer,  how  the  Lord  answers;  

.  202. 

a  helper;  Melanchton,  322. 

neglect  of  secret ; ,  38S. 

a  golden  key  ;  Hopkins,  390. 

a   mighty    instrument;    Miller, 
3  (0. 

laying  ho  d  of  God  ;  French,  390. 

certain  return  of ;  Home,  390. 

a  cry  of  want ;  Mis-  More.  390. 

things  wrought  by  ; ,  391. 

power  of; ,  391. 

and  law ;  Coleridge.  391. 

necessary  to  a  man  ;  Fairar,  397. 

unanswered  ;  Grace  Aguilar,  '■  97. 
Prayers,  not  heard  ;  Jean  lagelow,  394. 

of  Christ ;  Tholuck,  392. 
Preaching,  mere  professional ;  Hamil- 
ton, 132. 

its  province  ;  X.  Y.  Herald,  133. 

preparation  for  ;  Woolsey.  133. 

"foolishness  of  "  ;  Hamilton,  133. 

most  effective  ;  Parker.  133. 

alluring  to  better  world- ;  Gold- 
smith, 134. 

to   the    conscience ;     Princeton 
Review,  134. 

to  the  conscience  :  Gou'ba.rn,  135. 

ineffective;  Alexander.  135. 

effective;  Spunjeon.  135. 

a  lifetime  of;  Gough,  135. 


442 


INDEX. 


Preaching,  like  lightning;  Pond,  136. 

r   le  foi- ;  Paxtun,  130. 

may  treat  all  vital  questions; 
Robertson,  136. 

m  ist  be  brief;  Carlyl",  138. 

what  we  want  in;  Slicdd,  138. 

simplicity  in;  Savonarola,  139. 

needs  our  energy  ;  Janus,  142. 

utterance  of  personal  convic- 
tion ;  Cook,  144. 
Precedent,  tenor  of  second  rate  men  ; 

Parker,  19. 
Prejudice,  prejudgment;  S.  P.  L.,  354. 
Presentiment,  ATarj/  A.  Barr,  390. 
Preserved  by  posterity;  Stanley.  361. 
Press,  the  friend  of  rear,  'ii:  Co  fo?i,  302. 

productions  of;  Chapin,  302. 

like  gunpowder;   Phillips,  302. 

cradle  of   reformation ;    Agues 
Stricklaid.  302. 

a  new  element  of  power;  TK/»p- 
i-/e.  302. 

liberty  of ;  Macaulay,  372. 
Pretension  is  nothing:  fV/iipp'e,  26. 
Pretensions,  our;  il/acZ.  Girardin,  301. 
Pride,  a  noble ;  i2  c/iter,  322. 
Principles,  independence  of;  JacoLus, 
09. 

defection  in;  Dickens,  81. 

Prisoners  to  fancy; ,  320. 

Problems,  to  speak  the;  Emerson,  21S. 
Procrastination,  a  thief;  Young,  240. 
Profession,  estimate  of;  Burke,  364. 

of  faith,  my  ;  Pascal,  254. 

of  faith,  n,y;  Tilton,  255. 
Professional  accomplishment;  George 

Eliot,  109. 
Promise,  so  infinitely ;  Falstaff,  203. 

in  vain  ;  Gonlburn,  135. 

Property  and  labor; ,  105. 

Prose,  truth  looking  on   the  ground; 

7>v  c/icr,  75. 
Prosperity,  no;  C'Acrp  n,  10  i. 

the  hill  of  ;  ■ 243. 

Proverb,  wit,  wisdom;  Russell,  363. 
Public,  what  serves  the;  Cotton,  261, 
Pulpit,  leaping  into;   Woolsey,  133. 

affectation   in  the ;    Edinburgh 

H(     r  H\  133. 

noV.est  triumph  of;  /.'  ccfter,  133. 
]  1    -  airism  in  :   7'mc  7i ,-/.  137. 
in  ami  out  of;  .VcDwi  >M,  144. 


Pumpkin,  to  myself;   Tliorcav,  2S1. 
Punishment,  God's;  Holland, 89. 
Purification;  2/rs.  Browning,  207. 
Purpose,  constancy  of;  Cousin,  17, 

constancy  of;  Disraeli,  305. 

what  men  want ;  Bulwtr,  48. 

Q. 

Quack,  when  to  prefer  a ;  Cotton,  73. 
Quacking,  slaves  o; ;  Carlyle,  332. 
Qualities,  good;  Locke,  314. 
Question,  to  settle  ;  Disraeli,  305. 
Questions,  unse. tied ;  Garfield,  100. 

same,  old  ;   Whittier,  9 1. 

of  duly  ; ,   243. 

Quotation,  garbled:  McCosh.  267. 

classical ;  Johnson,  271. 

an  apt;  Proverb,  271. 


R. 


Race  of  life,  the  ;  Ca/-fyfe,  314. 
Races,  no  accursed;  Castclar,  146. 
Read  master  pieces;  l'razer,  14. 

great  books  ;  Stanley,  14. 

Bible  and  Shakespeare;    J/ur- 
p/iy,  15. 

reflect  on  what  you ;  Co'erulge, 
303. 
Reading,  easy ;  Parker,  321. 

Ready  for  death  ; ,  418. 

Realities  and  illusions-  Bidder,  23. 

and  dreams  ;  Moore,  397. 
Reason,  things  above:  Sidney,  85. 

test  of  ridicule  ;  Warburton,  327, 
Recollections,  pleasant;  S.  P.  /..,  286. 
Reflection,  to  master;  Coleridge,  331. 
Reform,  work  of ,  Whaiely,  64. 

of  Christianity  ;  Chap  in,  153. 
Reign  of  law,  the;  Garfield,  270. 
Regret,  the  vain;  Whittier.  345. 
Religion,  motives  to;   !>'«;/<  r.  81. 

professors  of;  Bethune,  83. 

buil    on  introspection;    Canon 
.Muse'y,  393. 

in  walks  of  life;  Jangar,  80. 

what  is  ;  Luthardt,  87. 

enemy  to  vices:  Massillon,  393. 

now  required  ;  Swing,  87. 

to  vulgarize;  ■  .  134. 

solid,  substantial  :     II"  s&  »/,  37. 

revival  of;  S.  Ii'.  Pnsby'erian,  139. 


INDEX. 


443 


Religion,  never  fashionable;   Moody, 
j76. 
ally  of  science  ;  Parker,  328. 
and  science  ;  Holmes.  327. 
men  without ;  Frank! in,  302. 
essential  to  society  ;  L 
assent  to  God;  Martivcan,  271. 
choicest  philosophy  ;  Mure,  368. 
master  piece  of;  Vinet,  363. 
Religious  indiflerence,  Robertson,  So. 

might ;  Robertson,  13S. 
Remorse  needs  a  comforter ;    Mrs.  Sig- 
ourncy,  320. 
characteristics  of;  Fronde,  131. 
affects  some  minds  less ;    Eud- 
der,  392. 
Repentance,  man  after:  Spurgeon,  300. 
most  divine  act ;  Carlyle,  392. 
shuns  the  evil;  Shakespeare,  303. 
on  the  death  be. I :  Dow,  412. 
Reply,  impromptu;  Moliere,  303. 
Reputation  beyond  merit;  Beatty,  79. 
Resolution,  irrevocable ;    Seward,  79. 
native  hue  of;  Shakespeare,  411. 
Respect  for  those  not  succeeding  in 
life ;  Hillard.  41. 
position  of;  iuxree,  149. 
lie  that  does  not ;  Herbert,  212. 
Rest,  in  a  corner;  Thomas  a  Kempis,  14. 
no,  in  the  ministry;  Moody,  154. 
do  not ;  Goethe,  310. 
Resurrection,  the;  Caroline  Leslie,  2(9. 
Reticence,  a  judicious;  Chesterfield,  23S. 
Retrospect  of  youth ;  London,  401. 
Revival,  genuine  ;  Cuyler,  139. 
Revolution,  fruits  of ;  Roliin,  306. 
Revolutions,  like  volcanoes;  ifw.70,  2S. 
Rhetoric,  talent  of  decaying  states; 
Phillips.  66. 
flowers  of;  Macaiday,  209. 
Right,  test  of  everything ;   Wise,  38. 
on  the  scaffold ;  Lowell,  49. 
rather  than  President;  CYu.y,  79. 
an  eternal  ray;  Hugo,  232. 
to  be  in  the  ;  Lowell,  325. 
doing ;  Beecher,  344. 
Righteous,  become— do;  Luther,  328. 
Righteousness,  turning  to  ;  Boy  e.  304. 
Ripening  without  shriveling  ;  Boyd,  84. 
Rise,  for  the  day  is  passing;    Adelaide 
A.  Procter,  336. 
what  we,  by  ;  Holland,  315. 


Romance,  poetry  of   literature;  Mad. 

Keeker,  302. 
Rome,  the  church  of:  Murray,  142. 
Roses  have  thorns  ;  Shakespeare,  234. 
Rounds,  to  ascend  by  ;  Longfellow,  298. 
Rules,  golden;  Dickens,  37. 
Rumor  precedes  tidings;  Taylor,  292. 
Rut,  getting  into  a  ;  Price,  231, 


s. 


Sabbath,  benefit  of:  Game,  S3. 

well  spent ;  Hale,  304. 

schi  ol ;  Duryca,  140. 

a  rainy  ;  Christian  at  Work,  245. 

a  golden  clasp  ;  Longjelluw,  321. 
Sacrifice,  no  heroic,   ever  lost ;    Gar- 
field, 370. 

it  was  no;  Livingston,  324. 
Sadness,  most  unutterable ;  Brooke.  123. 
Sarcasm,    Language  of  ilie  devil;  Car- 
lylt .  266. 

sharpened;  Chesterfield,  266. 

Satisfied,  I  shall  be; -.  333. 

Savior,  to  Thee,  their;  Hymnal,  113. 

voice   of;  Sarah    Doudney,  215. 
Saxon  cruelty;  O' Council,  22. 
Scan  gently  ;  Burns.  281. 
Scholar,  the  devout;  Algc .  13. 
S>  HOOL,  the  Manchester  ;    McCarthy,  59. 
Schools,  necessity  of;  Mann,  217, 
Scorn  spent  in  vain ;  Foster.  260. 
Science,  ally  of  religion  ;  Parker,  328. 

topography       of       ignorance; 
Holmes,  330. 
Scripture,  gold  mines  of; ,  17. 

pa  sages  of;    Gnyson  Letters,  17. 

tiie  version  of;  Rogers,  42. 

constructions  of;   Whedon,  85. 

confirmed;  Herschel,  362. 

read  in  two  hundred  languages; 
Coo!;.  3S2. 
Sculpturing  of  character;  Beaiier,  19. 
Scythians  at  feast ;  Bancroft,  82. 
See,  easy  to  ;  Franklin,  27. 

to,— not  to ;  Goethe,  243. 
Select,  to,  well  ;  Trouhkt,  205. 
Self-commendation  ;    Hale,  362. 
Self-consciousness,  not  always  awake; 

Emerson,  45. 
Self-denial,  teach;  Scott,  299. 
Self-ease  is  pain  ;   Whitticr,  315. 


444 


IXDEX. 


Self-knowledge    at    the    judgment; 

I-helps.  392. 
Self-love  and  self-neglecting;  Shakes- 
peare, 237. 
Self-mukder,  greatest  crime;  Temple, 

304. 
Sense,  set  in  humility ;  Penn,  260. 

our  helmet;   Young.  316. 
Senses,  characteristics  of ;  Tyndall,  266. 

Sensibility,  not    saving; 31S. 

Separate,  when  persons;  Ruffini,  416. 
Separation  on  the  day  of  Ju  gnient ; 

Murris  418. 
Sermon,  poppy  of  literature;  Swing,  133. 

reading  a;  Parker,  133. 

the  best;  Taylor,  137. 
Serve,  to,  by  waiting ;  Milton,  62. 
•Set down,  when  to;  Mrs.  Browning,  3  '9. 
Sigh  and  grieve  ;  Thomas  a  Kempis,  406. 
^igh  of  human  heart;  Alger.  31. 
Silence,  vitue  of  the  feeble;  Preault. 
26.3. 

sanctuary  of  prudence ;  Gracian. 
307. 

who  can  refute  ;  Dickens.  227. 
Silver-lining  of  the  cloud;  Will  its,  240. 
Simplicity,  supreme  excellence;  Long- 
fellow. 23. 

of  action  through  life ;    Reek- 
man,  126. 
Sin,  argument  for  future  life ;  Taylor,  83. 

its  characteristic ;  Phelps,  153. 

be  ashamed  of;   Weley,  243. 
Sin.  plated  with  gold  ;  Shakespeare,  277. 

the  path  of; ,  331. 

the  deadliest ;  Carlyle,  392. 
Sinning  against  light ;  Taylor,  33. 
Sins  mo-t  prevalent ;  Crosby,  102. 
Sky,  witchery  of  the;   Wordsworth,   59. 

clouded :  Trench,  118. 
Slander,  what  is  ;  Joubert,  103. 

to  despise  ;  Cato,  103. 

first  answer  to;  Washington,  108. 

invention  of;  Addison.  10S. 

to  give  car  to  ;  Calrert,  109. 

the  devil's  tongue;  Luther,  109. 

impossible     to     escape    from ; 
Johnson's  Rambler.  110. 

power  of ; ,  113. 

Slave,  his  capacity  ;  Bittinger.  273. 
Slavery,  helpless  :   Woolmmi.  143. 


Slaves,  they  are  ;  Lowell.  325. 
Sleep,  type  of  death  ;  Co'ton.  308. 

of  death;   Urquhart,  341. 

innocent;  Sha'.csp  are.  400. 
Smile,  the  hopeless  do  not ;  Holland,  32. 
Snow-ball,  this  being  a ;    Dryden,  298. 
Society,  solution  of  books;  Holmes,  15. 

prepares  the  crime  ;  Buckle,  28. 

code  of;  Lowell,  43. 
Solicitude,  what  is  ;  Landor,  298. 
Solitude,  an  hour  of;  Coleridge,  211. 

hath  charms  for  the  pure  alone ; 

crowded  :  George  I?liot,  260. 

use  of;  iiferJx  ;■£.  230. 
Solomon,  proverbs  of;  Stanley,  31. 
■Son  of  God,  like  the  ;  Huntington.  280. 
Song  shall  be  heard  forever ;  Smith,  222. 

the  mercy  of  God;    Antoinette 
Sterling,  225. 

one  grand,  sweet ;  Kingsley,  240. 
Songs,  meet  troubles  with  ;  Beecher,  223. 
Sorrow  on  account  of  sin;  Rudder,  43. 

down  with  :  Shakespeare,  52. 

the  storm  of;  Wordsworth,  130. 

ab  ut  to-morrow;  Fleming,  217. 

crown  of;  Tennyson,  401. 

relief  from  ;  IR/co.c,  318. 
Sorrows,  greatest :  ]'aul,  263. 

unknown  ;  Woolman,  149. 
Soul,  on  its  knees:  Hugo,  It. 

work  of;  Robertson,  3^8. 

true  nobility  of;  2fe  JlfarueJ,  27. 

to  preserve    the ;    Farrar,  397. 

dress  and  undress  :  Herbert,  38. 

its  natural  modesty  ;   Brooke,  42. 

hampered  by  body  :  Fowler,  176. 

passes  through   experience  ;  S. 
P.  Z,,  184. 

redeemed   from  sin;  Cobbe,  242. 

that  dares;  Sara  S.  Clarke,  249. 

greatness  of;  Addison,  367. 

incapable  of  sadness;  Countess 
de  Gasparin.  307. 
Souls,  created   for    each  other;    Anna 
E.  Dickinson,  174. 

joined  for  life;  George  Eliot,  180. 

agree ;  Preault,  262. 

none  understand  ;  Miller,  117. 
Sovereignties,  several ;  Garfield,  72. 
speak,  how  to;  Agnew.  33. 


INDEX. 


445 


Speak,  of  whom  n  t  to;  Cecil,  229. 
Speaking  and  feeling;  Auerbaeh,  SO. 

against  time ;  Sumn>.  r,  66. 
Speech,  sweet  charity  of ;  Mrs.  Sigour- 
ney,  320. 
an  undelivered;  Pinmur,  48. 
Speech-making,  perpetual;  Froude,  36. 
Sphinx,  the;  Mark  Twain,  273. 
Spirit,  religious ;  Emerson,  139. 

nerve  thy  ;  Bryant,  112. 
Spirits,  heroic  ; 415. 

our,  dwell  apart ; .  209. 

Stand,  we  may  not;  Piatt,  61. 
Starlight,  vanished;  Bulwcr,  5S. 
State,  what  constitutes  a  ;  Jones,  163. 
Statement  is  argument ;  Shedd,  267. 
States  indestructible  ;  Chase,  157. 
Statesman,  first  duty  of:  Disraeli,  79. 
Step,  the  first :  Proverb.  314. 
Stir,  the  fretful ;   Wordsworth,  237. 
Stoicism,    human    nature  in    despair; 

infcon,  si. 
Stop,  let   :s;  Johnson,  345. 
Stories,  uncreditable  ;   Coleridge,  234. 
Story,  indelicate;  .FfeM,  49. 

not  the  same ;    George  Eliot,  298. 
Strange  faces:  George  Eliot,  31. 
Strength  to  bear  up ;  J/rs.  Ilemans,  377 
Strokes,  invisible;    Chronicles  of  Car- 
lingford,  192. 

Strong  are  the  mountains :  "60. 

Student,  advices  to  ;  Sharswood,  329. 
Study,  impatience  of:  Johnson,  40. 

genius  will:  Dewey,  50. 

method  in  ;  A<  n'/i,  243. 
Style,  frame  of  thoughts  ;  Emmons.  43. 

of  eloquence  ;  Gladstone,  67. 

the  pulpit;  Sftetfd,  138. 

a  gossamer:  Bancroft,  271. 
Subject,  how  to  master;  Princeton  Re- 
view, 266, 
Succeeds,  what  we  keep ;  Parker,  23. 
Success,  talent  of:  Longfellow  ,31. 

secret  of:  Disraeli,  33,365. 

joy  of ;  Augusta  Evans.  35. 

a     matter    of     perseverance: 
UertcZfc,  17. 

colors  all ;  Thomson,  279. 

is  prudence  ;  Higgins,  279. 
Sufferer,  a  real;  £#.  Bernard.  24. 

the  best  of  men  ;  Deckar,  262. 
Sufferings  of  others  ;  6'wyi,  236. 


Suffrage,  question  of;  Garfield,  160. 

and  education  ;  Garfield,  369. 
Suicide,  guilt  of;  Robertson,  116. 
Summons  of  death:  Bryant.  221. 
Sundays,  pillars  of  Heaven;  Herbert,  394. 
Sunshine,  gleams  of;  Bums.  60. 
Superiors,  we  live  with;  Emerson,  26. 

to  live  with;  Epictetus,  26. 
Superstition,  and  skepticism;   Hitch- 
cock. 70. 
Surface  Christianity,  Holmes,  31. 
Surpass  one's  self;  Qufen  Christiana, olo. 
Surprise,    bold;  London  Quart  rl  .  228, 
Suspicion,  killing  the;  George  Eliot,  25. 
Suspicions,  unjust ;  Lincoln,  80. 
Sweet,  to  know  ;  Byron,  175. 
Sword,  sacred  ; ,  56. 

a  hideous  flash  ;  Hugo,  232. 
Sympathy",  go  d  done  by;  Farrar,  52. 

the  primal ;    irorcteworffi,  213. 

silent,  of  love;  Whitti-.r,  256. 


Take  me  !  Bunyan,  271. 
Talents,  talk  not  of ;  Montgomery,  310. 
Task-master,  the  ;  Smith.  269. 
Tastes,  aristocratic;  Hugo,  24. 
Tea.  sweetened ;  Fielding,  347. 
Teach  me  to  live:  Hymnal.  2S3. 
Tear,  drying  up  a  :  Byron,  246. 
Tears,  their  sacredness  ;  Helps.  42. 

nature's ;  Shakespeare,  328. 

eloquent ;  Helps,  42. 
Telegraph,  a  nervous  system  ;  iV.    y. 

Herald,  48. 
Temper,  woman's  ;    Vincent,  188. 

good ;  Irving,  296. 
Temperance,  the  cause  of;  Cobden,  306. 

its  benefits  ;  Frank  in,  306. 
Tempest,  the;  Annie  Mathews,  338. 
Theater,  gateway  to  ruin;  Gur'ey,  67. 

moral :  immoral ;  Sweetzer,  07. 

reform;  Baltimo  e  American,68. 

sorts  o!  ;  Palmer,  69. 

man's  private ;  Carlyle,  297. 

Thee,  always  with  ; ,  182. 

Thanksgiving-day  ;   Warner,  232. 
Theological    speculation ;    Christlieb, 
148. 

seminaries  -.Clarke.  68. 
Theology,  ideas  of  truth ;  Beecher,  330. 


446 


INDEX. 


They  who  die  ;  Byron,  56. 
Thing,  good,  abused  ;  Forward,  39. 

dishonor  of;  Plutarch.  231. 
Things,  good  ;  McCosh,  115. 

that  not  happen  ;  Dickens,  237. 

little;  Pascal,  299. 

lovely;  Swing,  265. 
Think,  how  to ;  J/fes  Bremer,  38. 

making  others ;  Collon,  233. 

those  who  ;  Goldsmith,  226. 
Thinker,  the  great ;  March,  81. 

the  profound  ;  Disraeli,  365. 
Thinking,  no  substitute  for;  World,  21. 

ami  acting  ;  McNulty,  80. 

free  ;  Jacobus,  C9. 

wrung  ;  3fary  Clemmer,  120. 

what  is  ;  Plato,  221. 
Thou,  way,  life,  truth  ;  Parker,  408. 
Thought,  whose  is  it?  Emerson,  9. 

key  to  man  ;  Emerson,  11. 

reverting  to  an  idea,  Hugo,  20. 

hour  of  silent ;   Wordsworth,  42. 

sprinklers  of;  77/ 'm  .v.  59. 

let  your,  rise;  Liddjn,  119. 

tired;  Taylor,  121. 

nature  of;  Bovce.  314. 

value  of;  Bailey.  ■     , 

pale  east  of;  Shakespeare,  411. 
Thoughts,  character;  7JAe.  Ledger,  10. 

our  great ;  Thackeray,  11. 

deep;    Wordsuorth,  321. 

nations  rest  on  ;  Emerson.  12. 

people  without ;  Goethe,  382. 

noble  ;  Sidrvy,  12. 

certain,  are   prayers;  Hugo,  14. 

of  others;  7?roo/.'  ,  1  . 
Time,  master  of  our ;  Berkeley,  282. 

the  present;  Porter,  82. 

like   Indus ;  Longfellow.  316. 

that  marks;  Akxan   cr.  291. 
Times,  serious  ;  Garfield,  371. 

Tired,  well!  and  what;  334. 

'Tis  his  at  last;  Lowell,  9. 

To-day  and  to-morrow;  Coleridge,  29. 

Tomb,  thoughts  at  the ; ,  198. 

To-morrow,  a  mystery ;  MUler,  288. 

I  will  do  this  ;  Russell,  319. 
Tones,  cadences ;  Spencer,  22L 
Tongue,  lying ;  Solomon.  259. 
Tongues  of  others ;  Franklin,  40. 
Total-abstinence;  O'Connor,  307. 
Treasures,    earthly;    Blair's,  264. 


Trees,  the  tallest :  Pfw?i.  328. 
Triumph  .in  emergency :  Ma'hews,  33. 
Trinity  of  happiness  ;   WUlits,  40. 
Trouble,  effects  of ;    George  Eliot,  402. 
True,  dare  to  be  ;  Herbert,  64. 

be;  4K  <A«  Y<ar  Round.  124. 
Trumpets,    Israel's  ;     CAz-isi.  OiroZ,  389. 
Trust,  what  we.  in  ;  Tennyson,  03. 

better  to.;  Phila.  Ledger,  394 

in  God;  Mac' end,  230. 

in  another  :   Harper's,  192. 
Truth,  when,  emerges  ;  Browning,  57. 

on  the  side  of ;   Whately.lZ, 

honor  every  ;  Emerson.  73. 

neighborhood  of;  Biniiey,7i. 

brotherhood  of;  Argyle,  74. 

like  light ;   Balwcr,  74. 

the  proper  stimulant ;  Shedd,li. 

not  conquered  ;  March,  74. 

how  to  get  at :  Bu'ler,  74. 

an  apostle  ;  Philli.  s.  75. 

forgives  not:  Raskin,  75. 

in  our  best  moments;  Coo£,  75. 

and  the  world  :  Athan  :sias,  75. 

made  tree  by;  Cowper,  75. 

has  quiet  breast ;  Shake  pi  are,  75. 

and  the  universe;  Evarts,  75. 

ready  for ;  Brooks,  75. 

and  error;  LuViardt,  75. 

overlooked:  Bashnell  76. 

greatest  homage  to .  Emerson,  76. 

captive;  Malebranche,  7G. 

search  after  ;  7v  SS2?!;7>  70. 

I  have  loved  the ;  Buschnell,  76. 

to  speak  plain  ;  Prentice,  77. 

a  commonplace;  Coleridge,  77. 

in  danger;  Guthrie,  77. 

the  ring  of;  Robertson,  77. 

disagreeable ;  Edgcworth,  77. 

sky  of  God's  ; ,  77. 

fears  nothing;  Guizot,  78. 

strong  and  safe  ;  Dickens,  78. 

revelations  of;  Dana,  78. 

crushed  to  earth  ;  Bryant,  78. 

,  ml  love;  Punshon,  136. 

and  social  lies;   Tennyson,  331. 

cannot  perish  :  Bancroft,  146. 

breaks    through;     Bryant,  231. 

great  ocean  of;  Newton,  281. 

privilege  of;  Scrivener,  299. 

afflicted ;   rayZor,  304. 

once  uttered  ;  Lowell,  315. 


INDEX. 


447 


Truth,  royal ;    Alice  Carey,  319. 

is  everlasting;  Beecher,  330. 

food  of  the  heart;  Garfield,  370. 

not  isolated ;  Garfield,  370. 
Truths,  like  colored  birds;  Swing.  10. 

the  self-evident ;  Aristotle,  36. 

most  awi'ul ;  Coleridge,  71. 

the  great ;  Cassel,  76. 

old,  ever  new ;  Banyan,  77. 
Try  and  trust ;  Smiles,  126. 
Turner  as  a  painter ;  Ruskin,  23. 
Type,  a  single,  Cayler,  308. 


U. 


Unalmsed,  the  poor;  Pollock,  313. 
Unbelief,  air-pump  of;  Richter,  365. 
Un-Christlike,  what  is;  Murray,  112. 
Uncivil  thing,  say. — act;  Johnson,  121. 
Unexpected, the;  Garfield,  331. 
Ungrateful   man  ;  Publius  Syrus,  364. 
Unhappy,   he  was  not ;   Tennyson,  192. 
Uni  in,  past,  future;  Brown,  156,  157. 

preservation  of;  Chase,  157. 
United  States,  Christianity ;  Noble,  154. 
Universe,  its  greatness;  Foster,  268. 
"  Unketurning  brave;"    S.   P.  X.  379. 

their  her  asm  ;  Garfield,  379. 
Unsecret  to  ourselves  ;  Shakespeare,  48. 
Use  the  temporal ;  Thomas  a  K<  mpis,  47. 
Utilitarian,  a  ;  Ilamiton.  242. 

V. 

Vanity,  offended  ;  2Te2p£,  10. 

Verdict  is  the  thing  ;  0' Cm  ell,  48. 
Verse,  power  of  a ;  Herbert  9. 

his  choicest;    Lowell.   226. 
Versed  in  life ;  Armstrong.  250. 
Vice,  keenly  detected  ;  Robertson.  109. 

stings  us  ;  Collon,  243. 

a  minster;  Pope,  216. 
Villainy  detected;  Goldsmith,  30. 

the  days  of ;  Shakespeare,  268. 
Virtue,  human  ;  Lee,  40. 

fugitive,  cloistered  ;  Milton,  23C. 

strength  ot ;  Bailey,  243. 

difficult  to  reach ;  Fellham,  306. 

all  bow  to;  Be  Finod,  307. 

a  flower ;  Cowper,  316. 

Virtues,  high  souled ; 233. 

Vision,  faculty  of;  March,  272. 


Voice,  soft  and  low ;  Shakespeare,  172. 

a  calling ;  Tickell,  389. 
Voices,  through  time ;  Byron,  388. 

pathetic ;  Murray,  3S9. 

w. 

Wall,  two  sides  of  a;  Cook,  48. 
War  is  dread  ;  Birch,  56. 

a  necessity;  S.  P.  L..  377. 

success  in  ;  Napier,  377. 

and  the  Gospel;  Chapin.  380. 

never  a  good  ;  Frank' in,  373. 

and  peace;  Longfellow,  380. 

orators  of;  Miller,  380. 
Watching,  the  Lord's  ;  Pi'fcfe,  416. 

Water,  eulogy  of; ,  72. 

Water  fowl,  to  a;  Bryant,  210. 

We  are,  what  others  think  ;  Hizlitt,  315. 

Wealth,  no  measure;  Mitchell,  103. 

corporative;  Phillips,  103. 

desirous  of;  Maciuley,  105. 
Web.  a  tangled  :  Scott.  248. 
Wi  eper,  voice  of  the ;  Scott,  414. 
Weepers  at  our  funeral ;   Taylor,  70. 
Welcome;  Shakespeare,  233. 
West  song  to  the:  Bryant,  161. 
When  Goethe's  death  ;  Arnold,  289. 
Whence  and  whither;  Carlyle,  46. 
When'er  a  noble;  Longfellow,  315. 
Wherever  God  erects;  Bcfoe,  136. 
Whigs  of  1839 ;  Brougham,  53. 
Who  art  thou ;  Hugo.  3S5. 
Whosoever  is,  etc. ;  Garibaldi,  22. 
Wicked,  the;  Socrates,  122. 
Wideness  in  God's  mercy:  .FU&er,  31(>. 
Wit.L.  good;  Jeffrey,  245. 
Wife,  a  good;  Eggleston,  189. 
Winter,  the  ;  Wordsworth,  328. 

twilight;  Bourdillon,  398. 
Wisdom,  tone  of  true  :  Jeffrey.  396. 

is  humble  ;  Cowper,  31L, 
Wishes,  pleasures ;  Jerrold,  29. 

good  ;  Richter,  38. 
Wi  iticism,  genuine  ;  Joubert,  311. 
Woman,  the;  Macaulay,  122. 

differs  from  man ;  Blackie,  1 22. 

suffrage ;  Ruskin.  123. 

ought  to  vote  ;   Train,  124. 

like  violets:  Palmer,  172. 

masterpiece;  Lessino.  172. 

"Eve";  Mrs.  Browning,  172. 


448 


INDEX. 


Woman,  friend-hip;  Rochefoucauld,  172. 

the  study  of;   Willis,  173. 

a  high-minded:   Vincent,  173. 

grandest  work  of:  Duryca.  173. 

faithful:  Susan  B.  Anthony,  173. 

charm  of:  Gladstone,  174. 

praise  of:  Halleck,  189. 

and  shopping ;  Auerbach;  1S9. 

the  task  of;  Blackwood's,  2ol. 

her  mission  ;  Blackwood's,  -01. 

"superfluous'' ;    Livennore,  201. 

in  fu.ure;  McXulty,  203. 

sister  of  charity  ;   Tarboz,  201. 

not  the  same ;  J.andor,  300. 
Women,  if  could  not  cry;   Jen-old,  3J7. 

crit:ci-ed  by  :  Disraeli,  300. 

talking  to ;  Disraeli,  306. 
Word,  in  kindness;  Colesworthy,  320. 

one  simple;  Lowell,  2-34. 

my  last ;  Richter.  420. 
Words,  worthy  ;  Bulwer,  9. 

keener  than  steel ;  Miller,  232. 

are  things  ;  Byron,  9. 

the  whip  of;  G'a/7;,  12. 

immodest;  Roscsmnion,  43. 

strange  ;   Guesses  at  Truth,  60 

idle:  i>  c/;«v,  113. 

gentle  ;  Sunday  Magazine,  113. 

and  thought:  Stewart.  221. 

burning; -,  227. 

once  spoken  :  Roscommon,  315. 

that  heal ;  .Mrs.  Sigourney.  32  '. 

his,  are  bonds  :  Shakespeare,  320. 

loving;  Richter,  410. 
Work,  no  success  without:  Garfield,  22. 

care  about  your  ;  Spurgeun,  -4. 

motives  of;  Emerson,  37. 

to  deceive  ;  Beadle,  41. 

done  fur  God  ;  if/i  >.c,  83. 

the  quiet ;  ■ ,  116. 

restorative;  Beecher,  140. 

not  hard  enough:    Ingelow,  191. 

silent  part  of:  S'o/4;/.  226. 

earnestly ;  Lucette,  247. 

get  leave  to;  Mrs.  Browning.  219. 

half-day's  done  ; ,  251. 

great  panacea; ,  395. 

Working-classes  t'-ie;  Glads'one,  50. 
World,  governed  ;  Oxenstiema,  2b, 

too  serious  ;  Carlyle,  43. 

shadowed,  bright  .ned;   Parker, 
44. 


World,  like  a  desert :  Dryden,  46. 

needs  of  the;  Afi-s  Jf/re.  SI. 

does  not  care  ;   Thackeray,  111. 

a  solemn  fact ;  Reed.  121. 

book  of  woman;  Rouleau.  172. 

the,  changes  :  Bryant,  231. 

its    smile ;     Bulwer,  236. 

fever  of  the  :   Wordsworth.  237. 

how  to  go  into;  Good  W>rds.  240. 

towards    the;  Scott,  242. 

seed-corn  for:  Jwlson,  265. 

the.  still  young  :   Tyndall,  271. 

a  newer: .  271. 

a  good— the  worst :  Bulwer,     "4. 

hollow-hearted;  Prentice,  262. 

governed  ;   Woolsey.  313. 

stand  against:  Randolph.  3:7. 

on:  of  tune  ; .  31S. 

not   what  it  seems:  3/O'j  t,  397. 

leaving  the;  Oo't'iold.  109. 
Worlds,  both,  viewed;;    11';';  r 
Worship  without  churches;  Smith,    21. 
Worst,  the;  Shakespeare,  217. 
Worth,  true  ;  XVe-j  Car<o/,  31a. 
Wrestling  with  sin  ;  Coquerel.  86. 
Write,  to.  from  hear!  ;    Tupj  er.  22S. 
Writers,  the  fine-:  ;  Gil'  'I  in.  2  5. 

injudicious  .  /■"<  '.'o.'i,  •  01. 
Writing  well  ;  Shefi   d,  268. 
Wrong,  the  battle  against ;  .V  .raj/,  1 12. 
ten  censure  ;  Pope,  20S. 

Y. 

Years,  thousand  from  now ;   ITayne.  25. 
Yesterday  and  to-day  ;  Cassel,  233. 
Young  Men,  advices  to;  Howard,  82. 

must  work  ;  St.  John,  116. 

and  amusements;  Tulloch.  124. 

shape  their  fortune  :  Porter,  252. 

do  something;  Stinley.  2C2. 

a  heaven  above ;  Mitchell,  2  0. 

not  cautious ;  Burke,  303. 

learn;  Spurgcon,  307. 

acting;  Carlyle,  311. 

best  way  for  ;  Tillotson.  321. 

advice  to;    Jfrvj.  Gag  .  324. 

must  win  spurs;  Garfield,  372. 
Youth,  how  beautiful ;  Longfellow,  125. 

stars  of  our  ;    I  rotor,  2S6. 

a  bank;  J/a-1  Swetchine,  295. 

when  it  is  over  ; ,  402. 


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